Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy1-100

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Eva listened closely, her gaze narrowing as she tried to grasp John’s words. There was something in his tone that suggested he wasn’t just speaking of Adrian’s feelings but also hinting at something deeper—something within her.

She wasn’t one to let her emotions dictate her decisions easily, but John’s words stirred a sense of unease she couldn’t ignore. Feel it with your heart… Was he suggesting that she still had feelings for Adrian, or was he implying that she had never fully let go of what they once had?

She had already come to terms with their marriage, with the way things had turned out. A marriage of convenience, a shield for Adrian’s family, and nothing more. But did that mean she could simply erase all the emotions they had once shared, or did it mean that she needed to let herself be more vulnerable to what was still lingering between them?

Before she could respond, John continued, his voice softer now. “Sometimes, Eva, the heart sees what the eyes cannot. It’s easy to overlook what’s right in front of you, especially when you’re too focused on what you think is true.”

Eva blinked, surprised by the weight of his words. She had always been the one to keep her emotions in check, to bury them deep under layers of logic and reason. But now, John was asking her to consider something that felt almost foreign: to feel with her heart.

She cleared her throat, trying to keep her composure. “I appreciate your perspective, John,” she said carefully. “But I’m not sure if I can afford to rely on what the heart wants anymore.”

John’s eyes softened. “I understand,” he said gently. “But sometimes, the heart knows long before the mind does. You might not be able to control what you feel, but you can learn to understand it.”

Eva’s mind raced, her heart pounding against her chest. Did I still feel something for Adrian? The question lingered in her mind like an echo, one she wasn’t ready to confront. But in the back of her mind, she knew that John’s words had struck a chord. She had spent so long burying her feelings, convinced that she had to protect herself from the past, that she hadn’t allowed herself the chance to see what was still there.

The conversation shifted as the group began to murmur quietly, the attention in the room moving away from her and John. Yet, Eva remained silent, lost in her thoughts. Michael’s words and John’s advice combined in her mind, stirring a deeper confusion.

She took another sip of her juice, the cold drink contrasting with the warmth that had suddenly bloomed in her chest. As she set the glass down, her gaze flickered to Adrian, who was still standing by the door, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

For the first time that night, Eva found herself wondering just how much of their past could still affect the present. How much of what Adrian had done for her, and the protection he had offered, was because of his gratitude? Was he truly free of that emotional debt? Or was he still tied to it, unable to see what lay beneath?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a slight movement from Adrian. He seemed to be heading toward the exit, his eyes cold, unreadable. But something about the way he walked—the set of his shoulders—made Eva’s heart race. Did he truly not care? Or was he hiding his own turmoil beneath that icy exterior?

John’s voice, low but insistent, broke through her reverie again. “Eva,” he said quietly, “Don’t close yourself off. Sometimes, the most important things in life aren’t the ones you plan for. They’re the ones that surprise you.”

Eva looked at him, truly considering his words for the first time. He was right about one thing: sometimes the heart did see things the mind could not. And perhaps, just perhaps, it was time for her to stop being so afraid to feel.

As the evening wore on, Eva couldn’t shake the thoughts that had been set in motion. The fragile balance between her emotions, Adrian’s hidden ones, and the ever-present question of what their fake marriage truly meant, had shifted yet again. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: the lines between what was fake and what was real had become far too blurry. And maybe—just maybe—it was time for Eva to confront what lay beneath the surface.

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