Chapter 130
Chapter 130
OLIMA’S POV
It was a Sunday, so I knew exactly where Adrian would be probably still in his study. He rarely left the house on Sundays unless it was absolutely necessary. I leaned forward from the back seat, speaking calmly to the driver.
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“Wait for me across the street,” I instructed. “I’ll be quick. After this, I still have to talk to my parents, and I’m heading back to Julian’s place”
The driver gave a small nod, and I stepped out of the car. The afternoon sun was bright, but my thoughts were heavier than ever. (had gone over my play a Dozen times. I’d walk in, drop my things upstairs, find Adrian, and tell him everything everything he needed to hear from me. I was done waiting, done doubting.
When I got to the front door, I let myself in. The house was quiet, eerily so. I went upstairs to drop my purse and phone in the room. As expected, Adrian wasn’t in the living room. And he wasn’t in the bedroom either, it was empty too.
There was only one place left.
I took a deep breath and headed back down the stairs, my heels echoing softly against the stairs, As I approached the study, faint voices floated through the slightly ajar door. That confirmed it–he was in there. And judging by the tone, he wasn’t alone. Dora was with him.
Good, I thought. I would much rather tell Adrian the truth with her there. Let her hear it firsthand.
But as I drew closer, something made me pause.
“So what are you trying to say?” Adrian’s voice came through the door, muffled but tense.
I stopped at the door, my hand on the knob.
“You know exactly what I’m trying to say, Adrian. I don’t need to spell it out,” Dora replied. Her voice was shakier than usual, and there was a kind of vulnerability I wasn’t used to hearing from her.
I narrowed my eyes slightly, confused.
Then she said it. Plain as day.
“But if you want me to say it, I will–I’m pregnant, Adrian. I’m pregnant for you.”
The words crashed into me like a violent wave. I didn’t even realize I’d pushed the door open until the silence in the room struck me like lightning.
They both turned to look at me.
Adrian’s eyes met mine first. Guilt flashed in them–quick, sharp. He immediately buried his face in his palms and sighed deeply, like he had been holding in a breath for too long and was finally letting it out.
Dora turned too. And what made my blood boil was the way she looked…relieved. As if she was glad I’d heard. As if this moment was hers to win,
“You’re… you’re pregnant?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my throat suddenly dry and tight.
I glanced between Adrian and Dora, praying–begging–that I had misunderstood. That maybe it wasn’t his. Maybe this was one big, cruel misunderstanding.
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But Dora only nodded, her posture straightening, hér tone filled with quiet triumph.
“Yes,” she said, her voice sharp but calm. “And Adrian is the father.”
I gripped the doorknob tightly, so hard I could feel the metal bite into my skin. How stupid could I have been? I had spent the ride here imagining a sliver of hope, imagining Adrian might still choose me–might still care. I even thought he might listen.
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