All Chapters of My Ex’s Pregnant Sister: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Anita drove faster than she normally would.The anger in her chest refused to settle, and the image of Grace standing inside Johnny’s house replayed over and over in her mind. The way Johnny had stood there so calmly. The way Grace had said no without hesitation.Her grip tightened around the steering wheel.“How did things get this messy?” she muttered to herself.The city lights blurred past as she turned into the quiet neighborhood where Jackson lived. Normally, coming here helped calm her down. Jackson had always been the stable one in her life—predictable, supportive, patient.Tonight she wasn’t sure how patient he would be.She parked outside his house and sat there for a moment, staring at the steering wheel.Then she sighed and stepped out of the car.Jackson NoticesJackson opened the door before she even knocked.He had clearly been expecting her.“You’re late,” he said, stepping aside so she could enter.Anita walked in without answering.Jackson closed the door behind her

Morning light slowly crept through the curtains of the living room.The soft golden rays stretched across the floor, climbing slowly onto the couch where Grace was sleeping.She stirred slightly.For a moment she didn’t remember where she was.Then she felt the warmth beside her.Grace’s eyes opened slowly.Her head was resting on something firm.She blinked.Johnny.Her head was resting against Johnny’s shoulder.Grace froze.Memories of the night before rushed back instantly.The conversation.The tension.The confession that they both felt something.Her heart began racing.Johnny was still asleep, leaning back against the couch, his head tilted slightly to the side.Grace carefully lifted her head, trying not to wake him.But Johnny stirred anyway.His eyes opened slowly.For a brief second neither of them spoke.Then Johnny looked down at her.“Morning.”Grace quickly sat up, brushing her hair behind her ear.“Morning.”There was a moment of awkward silence.Johnny stretched slig

Grace stared at herself in the mirror one last time. Her dress was soft and flowing, cinched at the waist to hide as much of her baby bump as possible. Yet, even with the loose fabric, she knew it would still be noticeable.She tried to smooth the skirt and tugged at her hair nervously. Her reflection looked back at her with wide, uncertain eyes.“I just… don’t want to embarrass him,” she whispered to herself. Her fingers hovered over her stomach. “He’s done so much for me already… and now this…”The thought of showing Johnny her growing bump made her cheeks burn. Would he see it as a reminder of her complicated situation? Or worse… would it make him think less of her?Johnny appeared in the doorway, dressed simply but neatly, with a slight smile on his face.“You ready?” he asked, his voice calm and reassuring.Grace swallowed, trying to steady her voice. “I… I think so.”Johnny stepped closer. “You look beautiful, Grace. Really.”Her cheeks warmed at the compliment. “I just… I don’t

Grace woke slowly the next morning, the morning light filtering through the blinds. Her body still felt tender from the previous night, and her stomach ached slightly, though not as sharply as before. The events at the hospital were still fresh in her mind, replaying in vivid flashes—the fear, the panic, Johnny’s voice, his hands, the way he had insisted on taking her, protecting her, reassuring her.She sat up slowly, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, and tried to process her feelings. Her heart still raced thinking about the intensity of the previous night, the way Johnny had been calm yet determined, protective yet gentle. She had never felt so cared for, not even by her own family.A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts.“Grace? You awake?” Johnny’s voice carried a gentle concern that made her chest tighten.“Yes… I’m up,” she called softly.The door opened, and he stepped inside, holding a tray with a cup of tea, toast, and some fruit.“I figured you’d want some

Grace sat by the window in Jackson’s living room,taking in the morning sun. She cradled a mug of tea between her hands, staring out at the street below, lost in thought.The past few days had been a whirlwind—Johnny’s presence, the hospital scare, the stroll through the estate, the subtle yet piercing moments where she felt herself drawn to him. And now, in this moment of separation, she finally allowed herself to reflect without interruption.A Temporary EscapeAnita had made her comfortable, insisting that Grace take her time, clear her head, and think things through. “You need this,” Anita had said, sitting across from her. “Sometimes stepping away gives you the clarity you can’t find when you’re right in the middle of everything.”Grace had nodded, sipping her tea. She didn’t want to admit it, but she needed the space. Johnny had been patient, kind, understanding. He had cared for her like no one else, yet a part of her wondered if he truly saw her—the baby, her insecurities, the