All Chapters of His uncle's sweetheart : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Where am I?" Bernice's voice trembled as she slowly opened her eyes, blinking through the dimmed light of the unfamiliar room. Her head pounded and her limbs felt heavy as though she had been drugged. The soft satin sheets under her felt foreign, the smell of the room unfamiliar. Panic set in pretty fast when she realised she wasn't alone.She sat bolt upright, her breath catching in her throat. A man lay beside her, shirtless, his dark hair tousled as if they'd shared a night together. Bernice's heart was racing while her stomach turned with nausea, trying to piece together how she'd gotten there."No… this cannot be happening…" she muttered to herself, tugging the sheet up tightly to her body. The head was cloudy; the last thing she had remembered was dizzy at the wedding reception. She had gone to rest …and then everything went black.He stirred beside her, turning slightly in her direction. His smirk sent a run of chills down her spine. "Good morning, beautiful," he drawled low a

Bernice sat on the edge of the bed in a small, unfamiliar room. The tiny hotel that was far from the grand mansion she once called home was cold and suffocating. She stared at her phone, hands trembling, praying just for a message, a call, any presence of Rafael. But the screen was blank, deafening silence.She had been exiled, cast out of the mansion and out of Rafael's life, with nothing but the clothes on her back. The scandal had spread like wildfire, and now everyone believed she had betrayed Rafael. It didn't matter that she had absolutely no recollection as to what transpired that night, her words against the damning image of her waking up beside a stranger.Why won't he just listen to me?" she said to herself, her grip on the phone tighter. "Why won't he just believe me?"A tear rolled down her face and in that same instant, she managed to wipe it away. She couldn't afford to be weak now, not after all Olivia and Ethan had done to her.There was a knock at the door, and Bernic

"I don't even know who I am anymore."This was a whispered utterance from Bernice as she stared up at the ceiling of Liam's apartment. The room was dimly lit, silently evasive into the muted sounds of the city outside. She sat on the couch edge, arms tightly wrapped around her as if holding together the pieces of a shattered life.Liam sat opposite her, both his eyes locked onto hers in equal measures of sympathy and frustration. He'd seen Bernice fall apart before, but this time it was different, deeper, it seemed, the damage having been wrought."You're still Bernice," Liam said softly. "But you are not the same person you were with Rafael. You've changed."A harsh, contemptuous snort blew out of Bernice as she shook her head. "Changed? I lost everything, Liam. My home, my husband, my dignity. And to think where to begin piecing it all back together is just something I don't know."Liam leant forward, his elbows on his knees as he looked down at her. "Perhaps it is time for a clean

"You're pregnant, Bernice."These were words which to her sounded like a freight train which had just run over her. She sat looking in utter disbelief at this older woman, holding onto the edge of the examination table. "I'm what?" Her voice shook between shock and confusion.Dr. Marshall gave her an understanding, sympathetic smile, softening in her eyes. "You are pregnant, Bernice. And from the scans, it does appear that you have twins."Bernice blinked, her mind attempted to reach out and process the words. “Twins?” She shook her head, as if stirring from a dream. "Impossible. This isn't supposed to happen.""I know this is a lot to take in," Dr. Marshall said in soft delicacy. "But I have reviewed your results, and you are about ten weeks gone; both of your babies look healthy.’Bernice's stomach did somersaults, and her heart quivered right there in her chest. She barely heard the words above the wild rush of panic running through her head. Twins. How could she be pregnant, much

“How big are you now?” Bernice mused, sitting by the window, her hands laid upon the soft swell of her tummy. The sun set so gradually, casting a soft golden light upon the little garden outside. She watched the light dance across flowers and thought about the small lives inside her growing stronger with each passing month. Are you kicking because you're happy or just stretching?She splayed her fingers to draw lazy patterns on her stomach as the soft kicks of her unborn babies jabbed at her. Twins. It still felt so unreal, so real within the confines of her mind. She had not known whether to laugh or cry when she found out about them six months ago. Now, all she felt was an overwhelming responsibility and fear.It was this gentle rap at the door that finally withdrew her from the abstraction. "Come in," she said, loud enough to be heard.Liam stepped inside, he had been there for her and visited frequently. Clutching a bag of groceries. A slight, crooked smile danced upon his lips