Midnight Intruder’s Milk Claim
Gina · Ongoing · 7 Chapters
About this book
Nathan called my pregnant body 'ruined' before filing for divorce. But the masked man who crawls through my window worships it—his hands tracing stretch marks like sacred maps. When my ex returns with a knife screaming 'kill the bastard', the shy neighbor subdues him... then slides off his balaclava. 'Remember our signal?' he whispers, whistling our midnight tune.
Chapter 1
Ever since the pregnancy test turned positive, my husband stopped pretending to care.
Then one night, a stranger shattered the silence of my empty home.
...
The neighborhood had long since settled into that eerie late-night stillness where even the distant yowling of alley cats sounded unnaturally loud.
I lay curled in bed, alone as usual, until my fingers finally closed around what I'd hidden in the nightstand drawer.
Four months earlier, Nathan had stumbled home reeking of whiskey after some "client dinner." By then, our arguments had turned our marriage into a warzone—separate bedrooms, icy silences, the whole miserable routine.
That night, his drunken hands groped at me with a stranger's hunger. Maybe it was hope, maybe just exhaustion, but I didn't push him away.
One careless moment. One life-changing consequence.
My name is Evelyn Laurent. A year ago, I walked down the aisle believing in fairy tales, thanks to our parents' well-intentioned matchmaking. The "honeymoon phase" lasted exactly sixty days before Nathan's true colors bled through—cold, dismissive, perpetually annoyed by my existence.
When the pregnancy test showed those two pink lines, I actually dared to hope. Instead, it became the final nail in our marriage's coffin.
Nathan's reaction? He packed his designer suits that same afternoon. Not with guilt, not with concern—just cold demands to "fix your mistake" while his lawyer drafted divorce papers.
Oh, I knew about his mistress. But abandoning his pregnant wife without a backward glance? That level of cruelty still stole my breath.
I've got too much pride to beg. Signed the divorce papers with steady hands. But this baby? This was mine.
Thank God for my years as a corporate VP. My savings meant I could quit the rat race, focus on growing this tiny life when no one else would.
Then—a scrape of fabric against hardwood.
My entire body went rigid. Nathan hadn't stepped foot here in months. The only key...
Frantic, I swept the evidence on my bed under the covers.
