All Chapters of Accidentally Pregnant For My Sister’s Fiancé : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LilyThe sunlight streamed through the hospital windows, casting a warm glow on the polished floors. It had been weeks since I was brought here, weeks of staring at the ceiling, feeling the numbness in my legs remind me of the attack. The trauma had left me battered, both physically and mentally. My legs, once strong and agile, felt like they belonged to someone else. They were stiff, unresponsive, and foreign. Today, however, was the day I would attempt to use them again, and the kind nurse who had become a source of solace during my stay was here to help me.“Lily,” she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to my anxious mind, “we’re going to take this one step at a time. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. Her name was Emma, and her presence was a comforting constant in my chaotic world. She had a way of making even the most daunting tasks seem achievable.“Thank you, Emma,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of

NoahI was in my office, the familiar hum of the city outside my window providing a constant, low backdrop to my thoughts. The morning had been relatively uneventful, just a few routine calls and some paperwork. I was in the middle of reviewing a quarterly report when the door opened without a knock. It was Sarah, my secretary, her expression a mix of concern and urgency. She held a small file in her hands, but it was the look in her eyes that made me pause."Boss," she said, stepping into the room. "One of your investors is here to see you."I glanced at my calendar, puzzled. "We don't have any meetings scheduled for today, Sarah. Are you sure it's not tomorrow?"She nodded, her brow furrowing slightly. "I double-checked. But Mr. Cartwright insisted it was urgent."Before I could respond, the door swung open wider, and in walked Gerald Cartwright himself. He was a tall man with an air of authority, his tailored suit impeccably crisp. He didn't wait for an invitation to sit; he strode

NoahI pushed open the door to my mother's house, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. The familiar scent of home, a blend of lavender and freshly baked cookies, greeted me as I stepped inside. I could hear the soft hum of the television from the living room, where Mom was undoubtedly watching one of her favorite shows. I kicked off my shoes, my feet aching from the long day, and made my way to the couch. As I slumped onto it, the cushions enveloped me in a comforting embrace, but even their softness couldn't ease the tension knotted in my muscles.Mom's head turned at the sound of my arrival. "Noah, sweetheart, you look exhausted. What's going on?" Her voice was a mix of concern and the gentle curiosity that only a mother could muster.I let out a long, weary sigh, running a hand through my disheveled hair. "There are just some things I'm battling with, Mom. I don't even know where to start or how to talk about it."She turned off the TV and gave me her full attention, he

LilyI woke up that morning to the sound of loud voices echoing through the house. It was unusual, the kind of noise that pulls you from sleep with a sense of urgency and dread. Groggy and disoriented, I pushed myself out of bed, rubbing my eyes as I tried to make sense of the commotion coming from downstairs. The clock on my bedside table read 7:00 AM, far too early for such chaos. I threw on a robe, my heart already beginning to race, and hurried down the stairs.As I descended, the voices grew louder and clearer. Noah's voice was the most prominent, filled with a mixture of anger and desperation. I couldn't make out the words yet, but the tone was unmistakable. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the scene in the living room stopped me in my tracks.Noah was standing in the middle of the room, his face flushed with rage. Across from him, his mother stood with a look of defiance and disapproval. The tension between them was palpable, like a live wire ready to snap."I don't car

LilyAs the morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow over our office, I found myself unable to concentrate on the stack of papers in front of me. My mind kept drifting back to the conversation I had with Noah the previous evening. It was unsettling, to say the least. I could sense something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. So, when the clock hit ten, and the office started buzzing with the usual mid-morning energy, I decided it was time to talk to Monica and Chris.I walked over to Monica's lounge, which was, as usual, cluttered with files and sticky notes. Monica was typing furiously, her fingers a blur on the keyboard."Hey, Monica," I said, trying to sound casual, but the tension in my voice must have been evident.She looked up, her eyebrows knitting together. "Lily, what's up? You look like you've seen a ghost.""Can we talk? I need to get something off my chest. It’s about Noah."Monica's expression shifted from concern to curiosity. "Sure,