All Chapters of Deadly obsession : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

(Alexander’s POV)The office space remained shrouded in darkness while the desk lamp's gentle illumination spread a golden tint across the room. Sophia's fingers produced a rhythmic keyboard tapping which filled the space as an unusual melody that had become familiar during the past month. She positioned herself next to me on the couch with her laptop perched atop her expanding belly while her face twisted into a focused expression.My attention diverted from my tasks as I watched her. Her work held a mesmerizing quality through her furrowing brows and slightly pursed lips during intense focus. During the recent several months she had acquired an immense amount of knowledge which she absorbed in a manner similar to a sponge. The young woman who once displayed hesitation and uncertainty evolved into a capable and determined professional who managed to assert herself in meetings while executing strategies with sharp precision.An overwhelming sense of pride enveloped my being.Despite h

(Sophia’s POV)Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains which cast a soft golden glow across the living room. The house remained silent except for Alexander's sporadic phone conversations from his study where his deep voice created a background murmur. I positioned myself on the couch in a curled posture while my fingers traced circular patterns over my baby bump without conscious thought. The phenomenon grew increasingly evident daily as it served as an unrelenting marker of temporal acceleration.A gentle door knock disrupted my contemplations. With deliberate effort I lifted my heavier body and proceeded to answer the door.Rachel stood on the other side a warm smile on her face. She wore casual jeans and a sweater yet managed to appear impeccably assembled without effort. A smooth ponytail restrained her dark hair while she grasped a small gift wrapped with precision in her hands.The moment I moved to allow her entry she remarked, "I hope I'm not disturbing you.""Absolutel

Sophia’s POVThe nursery exuded fresh paint aromas mixed with soft vanilla while faint scents lingered in the air as late afternoon sunlight streamed through large windows. The vacant expanse began its metamorphosis into a palpable entity. A residence designed for our offspring.My fingers traced the sleek wooden frame of the rocking chair I personally selected while I stood in the room's center. In this nursery filled with wildly expensive items and custom-made pieces by high-end designers Alexander knew it stood out as one of the rare affordable things.I whispered "Surreal" while my gaze swept across the incomplete nursery space.Alexander stationed himself beside the crib while meticulously adjusting a railing, his face etched with deep concentration. His sleeves sat bunched at his elbows while his forearms exhibited slight flexion during his wood stability test.His eyes ascended to intersect with my own. “What is? ”I gestured around us. “This. A perplexing temporal conundrum re

(Sophia’s Mother’s POV – Rachel)Chamomile tea's fragrance hovered in the air while its warmth twisted through the silent recesses of the compact sitting room. The clock's distant ticking sound from the far wall signaled time's slow passage yet I experienced time slipping away beyond my control. The passage of days into nights and weeks into months continued without end while I remained unable to summon the courage to confront my daughter.My fingers traced the teacup's edge while I gazed at the amber liquid yet failed to perceive it. Tonight the house remained tranquil while the radio produced an old song my mother used to love through its gentle hum. Rachel sat across from me her presence steady and grounding the way it always was. She arrived with news in hand as was her frequent custom. The way she sat with folded hands and unusually soft eyes signaled that today's conversation would be more than a routine update.After a long silence, Rachel finally spoke, "She’s doing well." The

(Sophia’s POV)The engagement party was in full swing. The air filled with laughter and conversation that intertwined like the violinist's soft background melody. An awe-inspiring venue emerged where golden fairy lights shimmered against a deep blue evening sky while flowers adorned every surface and champagne glasses clinked in celebration. The scent of roses and fresh night air mixed with the faint aroma of expensive perfume creating an atmosphere of warmth and elegance.My hand lay protectively over my swollen belly as I stood near the ballroom edge watching Jack and Emily dance in the room's center. The two individuals moved with deliberate slowness yet ease, showcasing their perfect synchrony. I gazed upon them without experiencing any guilt or past aches for the first time. Their progression had advanced. In an indirect manner, I too had undergone the same transformation.A comforting presence next to me served as a reminder of my lack of solitude. Alexander positioned himself n