Chapter:-70 (Her Home)

Author POV:-

On the other side of the city, someone was sleepless just like Trisha, scared like her but somewhat happy because of what was going to happen tomorrow. After the workers finished decorating the room for Trisha and her son around 10 p.m., Jonathan is now laying in his bed with no sign of sleep. His mind was playing the "he should not have" game with him. He should not have listened to his mother's words, for example. He should not have believed that fake DNA report. He should not have done that horrible thing to his most beloved person. He shouldn't have given his son a name. But he knew there was no point in that now. Things have already happened, and he blames himself for that.

His thoughts are entirely his own. He saw his son's photo on his medical records this evening. Trisha was right; he looked just like him. They had those chubby cheeks, shiny eyes, straight hair, and that precious smile, just like him. He should have listened to Trisha and loved the baby. Then ever