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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But this?
This felt like betrayal layered on top of betrayal.
I had come to tell him something important. Something life–changing. And now… this?
The silence was suffecating.
And I stood frozen in the doorway.
Well, in that case, I guess there’s no point in telling him about my baby.
The words felt like broken glass in my throat, sharp and painful. I stood there, rooted for a moment, staring blankly into the room before I forced myself to turn away. Whatever hope I had carried with me that fragile glimmer I’d been protecting like it was something sacred had just shattered right in
front of me.
I let out a small, bitter sigh and walked out of the study, heading for the stairs. My feet slammed into the floor with each step, the sound echoing like thunder through the house. I didn’t care. Let him hear it. Let Dora hear it. Maybe they’d realize just how deeply this had cut me, even if i didn’t say another word.
My mother was right. She warned me this was a mistake. But I was too blinded by the idea of change, too desperate to believe that maybe, just maybe, Adrian had turned into the man I once hoped he could be. How foolish of me. How utterly naïve.
Why am I even surprised? It’s not like they were hiding their relationship. The signs were all there from the beginning,
But what truly baffled me wasn’t just their betrayal. It was how angry I felt. How hurt. Why was I feeling this way when I told myself I had moved on?
Jealousy twisted inside me like a knife, and no matter how hard I tried to bury it, it clawed its way to the surface. I hated that I felt this way.
I threw myself onto the bed, the mattress groaning beneath me as I stared up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the chaos in my chest. Of all the people in the world, it had to be her. It had to be Dora.
She knew what we had been through. She knew how complicated things were between Adrian and me, and she still-
The door creaked open. I sat up quickly, Adrian stood there, his expression weighed down with guilt. He looked like a man who had something to say but didn’t know how to begin.
“I guess you didn’t waste any time, huh?” I said, breaking the silence with a voice colder than I intended.
“Look, I…” he started.
“What?” I snapped, cutting him off. “You want to explain to me how it happened? That it was a mistake? Is that it? Because if that’s the plan, don’t bother. We don’t care for each other, Adrian. We’re technically no longer married, remember? So why did you even come in here?”
“That’s not true,” he said softly, but firmly.
“Yes, it is,” 1 fired back. “They’re both true, and we both know it.”
He paused, taking a few slow steps into the room, his eyes locked onto mine. “If they were true,” he said gently, “then why do you sound so hurt, Olivia?! can hear it in your voice. I can see it in your eyes, even if you try to pretend it’s not there.”
He wasn’t wrong. And I hated him for it.
I clenched my jaw, swallowing the lump in my throat. On my way here, I had built a little fantasy in my head—just for a moment. I imagined telling him about the baby, and in that moment, he would realize that maybe we still had something left. That we could fix what was broken. That we could try again. But reality had slapped me across the face in the most brutal way.
He had moved on. And I had to accept it.
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Chapter 130
But why did it feel like my heart was breaking all over again?
