Chapter 146 A Secret Meeting with Summer
For a moment, I couldn’t figure it out.
I mean, yeah–I had to admit it. Over the past few weeks, my feelings for Ryan had definitely grown. I was drawn to him, pulled in deeper every day. I wanted more. More of him.
But… was that love?
Love was supposed to be this powerful, unforgettable thing–something that carves itself into your soul. What I felt for Ryan felt more like an intense pull, maybe even a kind of emotional dependency I was drawn in. Addicted to the softness he showed, and the safety I felt with him.
But was that truly love?
The question kept looping in my head during the entire ride, refusing to let me find peace.
That night, I had the strangest dream.
In the dream, I heard a young boy’s voice. Fragile Desperate Scared
“Mommy… Mommy…
My heart tightened so suddenly it stole my breath. I instinctively wanted to respond, to reach out–but no matter how hard I tried, everything around me was blurred and shapeless.
I searched desperately, arms reaching out, my heart pounding. But no matter how hard I tried, the
voice stayed out of reach, hidden in the mist. I never saw his face Just that small, scared voice calling
me
I woke up gasping, drenched in sweat, my cheeks wet with tears.
It had felt so real. Real enough to shake me to my bones.
I stared up at the ceiling, motionless, my hand drifting down to my belly. My fingers felt cold.
Why would I dream something like that?
The images haunted me through breakfast. I couldn’t shake them, even as I sat beside Ryan at the table.
I hesitated for what felt like forever before I finally asked, quietly:
“Ryan. did we ever have a child before?”
He was peeling a hard–boiled egg for me. The question made him freeze
Slowly, he looked up. His expression gave away nothing. Then, just as calmly, he reached over and patted my head like everything was fine
“No. The baby you’re carrying now is our first.”
I bit my lower lip, feeling this strange, hollow sadness spread through me.
Is that really true?
Then who was the child in my dream?
Chapter 146 A Secret Meeting with Summer
Ryan tilted his head, giving me a half–smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
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*What made you ask something like that?” he asked, voice light, but there was a trace of caution under
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I stirred my milk slowly, my thoughts a mess:
“No reason. Just something that popped into my head.”
Ryan smiled again and let it go without pressing further.
But my mind was spiraling.
Why did that dream feel so real?
That child had called me Mommy. His voice–it felt familiar. Like something buried deep inside was trying to break through.
If it was just a dream, why did it feel like I was being torn apart?
Something wasn’t right. I could feel it.
I tried to shake it off, to push it down, but it was already too late. The doubt had taken root–and it was spreading fast, twisting and growing with every heartbeat.
Maybe… maybe seeing Summer could clear things up.
But could I really trust her?
She clearly wasn’t a fan of mine. And sneaking around behind Ryan’s back–that didn’t feel right.
I exhaled a long, shaky breath. My head was spinning.
What if Ryan was hiding something?
What if he was hiding something important–on purpose?
And once that thought planted itself in my mind, there was no letting it go. It hit me like a gut punch, knocking the wind out of me.
I spent two whole days overthinking before it was finally time to meet Summer.
We had arranged to meet in a private room at an upscale coffee shop.
When I opened the door, she was already there–of course.
She wore a sleek champagne–colored dress that hugged her frame, her makeup flawless. It was obvious she’d taken her time getting ready. She still looked stunning–just like the last time I saw her
at the mall.
She sat stirring her coffee like it was the most delicate thing in the world. When she noticed me step in, she offered a faint smile, her eyes narrowing just slightly with interest
“Gabrielle,” she said smoothly, setting her spoon down with a soft clink. “You really kept your word. Came alone, just like you said.*
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That tone–subtle, almost playful–immediately put me on edge. I pulled out the chair across from her and sat down slowly, locking eyes with her. My voice was calm, steady.
“What do you want from me? You can just say it. No need for games.”
