Carrying His First Love’s Child Chapter 03

Carrying His First Love’s Child Chapter 03

I glanced toward the door. To my surprise, Josiah hadn’t shut it all the way when he left. 

Standing in the doorway was Winona, dressed in loose pajamas, clutching at Josiah like her life. depended on it. He tried to peel her hands off him and turn away. 

But Winona wouldn’t let go. She clung to him, her voice desperate. “Josiah, don’t go. You have no ideal how much I’ve missed you all these years.” 

Josiah’s fists clenched at his sides, his lips curling into a cold sneer. “You think I still care?” 

Winona saw that Josiah was about to leave and blurted out, “If you don’t want me, I’ll go be with someone else right now.” 

She spun around, reaching for the doorknob. 

But Josiah grabbed her wrist and slammed her hard against the wall. He pinned her there, gripping her chin with an icy stare. 

His voice was low, furious, and laced with venom. ” Winona, can’t you go a single day without throwing yourself at some guy? I’ve never seen anyone more pathetic. You want someone, huh? Fine, I’ll make that happen.” 

Then, without warning, he pressed his lips against hers in a punishing, brutal kiss. 

Winona trembled in his arms, her voice shaking as she cried out, “I love you. I can’t bear to see you with Tessa Sanders. As long as I can be with you, nothing else matters.” 

I quietly got up and snapped a photo of the two of them tangled in that twisted embrace. 

I waited until they disappeared into his room. 

Only then did I step out, shooting one last cold glance at their door before walking out of the mansion. 

Because earlier that day, I’d seen someone in the crowd. 

Phone in hand, I stepped outside and scanned the area as I made a call. 

And then I saw him, standing off in the shadows nearby, a cigarette between his fingers. 

It was Casper Larcade. 

He wore a white button–down, the top buttons undone. The cigarette was half–crushed between his fingers. Even standing there in silence, he had an icy, distant elegance. 

He held his phone, my name glowing on the screen. 

Hearing movement, Casper looked up and met my gaze. 

He stubbed out the cigarette and walked toward me, his tall frame closing the distance in a few strides. 

The tension coiled in my chest finally loosened. I called out to him, “Casper.” 

He stopped in front of me, looking down with that intense, unreadable stare. 

“What do you want?” he asked, his tone cold. 

I hesitated, unsure how to start. 

Casper didn’t wait. “I thought you’d agree to Josiah’s proposal by now, being all lovey–dovey with him,” he said flatly. 

I finally found my voice and said quietly, “He’s… with Winona right now.” 

My door hadn’t fully latched shut, so he could clearly hear the noises coming from inside. 

Casper was clearly caught off guard. 

Then, without warning, he stepped closer, backing. me against the wall, his tall figure engulfing me. 

His fingers brushed beneath my chin, lifting it so I had no choice but to meet his eyes. His voice dropped to a dangerously low murmur. “So, what do you want from me? Are you here to sleep with me? To make him jealous?” 

His presence was overwhelming. I struggled not to retreat, but I held his gaze and asked, my voice trembling, “You’re Lone Wolf, aren’t you?” 

Casper didn’t answer. 

I pressed on, “Casper… it’s always been you, hasn’t it? The one I love.” 

Time froze. He didn’t move, just stared back at me with that dark, unreadable gaze. 

After what felt like forever, he raised his hand. His fingers brushed gently over my lips. 

His voice was low, edged with warning. “Do you even understand what you’re saying, Tessa? Think about it. Because if I even sense a sliver of hope, there’s no going back to Josiah. Not ever.” 

But I always knew. The one I should have loved was Casper. 

It was never Josiah. 

I’d simply gotten the wrong person. 

The memory came rushing back. Back in the ninth grade, I’d been kidnapped. 

I was blindfolded, and right as the blade was about to cut me, a boy threw himself over me, shielding 

me with his body. 

He was shaking in pain, but all he could ask was if I‘ d remember him. 

Blood had dripped from his wounds onto my face. I was shaking, drowning in fear. Choking on my sobs, I begged him, “You can’t die… Please, don’t die on me.” 

He clung to me, trembling, pain twisting his voice.” Will you remember me?” he asked. 

How could I forget? With tears running down my cheeks, I said, “Of course. But you have to be okay.” 

Even then, he managed a faint smile and wiped my tears with bloodstained fingers. “Don’t cry,” he whispered. 

Before I could respond, someone kicked me. My head slammed into a wall, and everything went black. 

When I came to, I was home. 

I asked everyone I could, and eventually learned the boy was the son of the Larcade family. He’d been kidnapped at the same time. 

After that, nightmares began. I’d wake up in a cold sweat, seeing him stabbed and dying in my dreams. 

One day, I added someone online with the username “Lone Wolf.” 

He played games with me, chatted when I was down, and made me feel safe. 

But he typed slowly, showed up rarely, and sometimes I’d wait forever just to hear from him. 

Still, deep down, I knew he was the boy who’d saved 

1. me. 

Little by little, I found myself falling for him, and I 

wanted to surprise him with a face–to–face confession. 

I studied like my life depended on it just to get into his college. 

But by the time I arrived, he already had a girlfriend. 

I saw him kiss her, saw him warm her hands in the winter, and even fight for her. 

She meant the world to him. 

My world fell apart. I tried to move on, but nothing helped. Eventually, I stopped logging into that app. 

After the Larcade family’s downfall and Winona left Casper, I made sure nothing remained between them. Then, and only then, did I start chasing after him. 

I walked every step of the way to where he was. 

I logged back into my old account, only to realize I’d been blocked. I never even noticed when it 

happened. 

When I got together with Josiah, I once asked him about the account. He just shrugged and said he hadn’t used it in ages. 

And the night Josiah almost killed me, through my fading vision, I saw Casper charging at him, eyes blazing with rage. He punched Josiah and roared, ” You stole my place, and you dare to hurt her?” 

Only then did I understand I’d gotten the wrong 

person. 

No one told me Josiah’s cousin was also a Larcade. 

Casper was the lost son they’d only found and brought back two years ago. 

But what I couldn’t understand was that I didn’t 

even know Casper back then. So why had he taken 

that knife for me? 

It was okay. There was time. I’d figure it out.