Todos os capítulos de Losing My Voice, I Got Pregnant by the Wrong Man: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

{Alora’s POV}Fear hit me before anything else.It rushed through me, sharp and instinctive, setting my pulse racing as my body reacted faster than my thoughts could form. I stepped back then, turning on my heel, already calculating distance, already preparing to run.His hand clamped around my wrist and killed my entire plan.The grip was brutal— fingers digging into bone, nails biting into skin as he yanked me forward with sudden force. I stumbled, the useless folder slipping from my grasp and scattering papers across the carpet.“Don’t be difficult,” he said mildly now, as if correcting bad manners.I twisted, trying to pull free, but he was stronger than he looked. With my failed struggle, the door slammed shut behind me, the sound loud and final. With that, he shoved me hard and I crashed into the wall.Pain bloomed along my shoulder, but I barely felt it. Panic swallowed everything else.I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out.Not a sound. Not even a breath.It was jus

{Alora’s POV}I did not look back.The door closed behind me with a soft click, final and unremarkable, and I stepped into the hallway as if nothing in my life had just been torn open and stitched back together by strangers.The carpet swallowed the sound of my footsteps.My body was stiff, sore in places I didn’t want to think about, and heavy with exhaustion that had nothing to do with sleep. The drug Damien had forced into me still lingered at the edges of my senses, dulling some things while sharpening others. Every sound felt too close now. Every shadow too deliberate.I avoided the far end of the corridor.I knew where that room was.Even without looking, my body remembered it— the weight of the door slamming shut, the smell of him, the grip of his cruel hands, the sound of Victor’s voice playing calmly from a phone while my world collapsed.I turned down another hallway instead, even though it added distance, even though my legs protested. I would not walk past that door again.

{Alora’s POV}~ 5 Days Later ~I did not usually attend the company’s anniversary.That was the understanding between Victor and me— unspoken but firm. These events belonged to the company now, not to the woman who had once built it and then stepped away. I stayed home. He went alone. It had been that way for years.But this time was different.Victor left early that morning without mentioning it. No reminder. No dismissal. Just absence. And I did not stop him to ask.I already knew why I was going.I dressed carefully. Not elegantly or provocatively. Just neatly, deliberately, like someone who still belonged to herself. As I fastened my coat, I looked at my reflection and saw what Victor believed he had reduced me to.Quiet. Uninformed. Contained.He was wrong.The venue glowed when I arrived— glass, steel, money polished into beauty. Music drifted through open doors and laughter followed it. I walked in unnoticed, and for a moment that alone felt like confirmation of how completely

{Alora’s POV}The gates opened.Not because I was welcome but because the system still recognized my face.The iron bars slid apart slowly, mechanically, indifferent to the fact that I no longer belonged to the house behind them. I stepped through before they could change their mind.The driveway felt longer than usual and each step forward dragged the anniversary back into my head— the applause, the linked hands, the way Noah stood beside Anna without searching for me.Victor’s voice, “We’re done, Alora.”The words echoed in my head as the Mansion loomed ahead, illuminated softly against the night. Calm. Untouched.I braced myself but when I stepped inside, the silence that greeted me was complete.No voices. No laughter. No movement upstairs.The air felt still and I stood in the foyer longer than necessary, listening.Nothing.Relief came first. Thin. Fragile. They weren’t home.Victor. Anna. Noah. They were away, and for one night, at least, I was spared the performance.I closed t

{Alora’s POV}I did not move for a long time.The rain soaked through everything.Victor’s phone kept vibrating on the nightstand and my name kept flashing, but inside, he did not pause.I do not remember walking away from the window.I only remember the gravel under my shoes again and the sound of rain swallowing everything else. For a moment— just a moment, I wanted to pick up a stone and hurl it at the glass.I imagined it.The shatter. The interruption. The exposure.I imagined his face when the window broke and the rain rushed in. I imagined Anna scrambling to cover herself, confused.I imagined screaming.But then I did not move. Because what would that change?He would call security. He would call the police. And he would call me unstable.In the end, I would be the woman outside in the rain while he stood dry and righteous inside.I was powerless. As much as I was voiceless, I was helpless. The difference was, I understood it now.So I stepped away from the window and I walked