Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1155

Here’s your story, adapted into a Western context with localized names, foods, and customs:

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Upstairs, in her bedroom, Rebecca White was asleep.

But even in sleep, her brow was deeply furrowed—her rest was anything but peaceful.

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Outside, the sky was overcast. Gray clouds hung low, casting a dull light into the room.

Rebecca lay on a gently rocking chair, her pregnant belly rounding out her faded pajamas. Her mother, Jacquetta, sat beside her with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. She scooped up a spoonful, blew on it to cool it down, then held it up to Rebecca’s lips.

“It’s not too hot now, honey. Here, have some.”

Rebecca shifted her gaze from the window to her mother. “Why bother? We’re not even keeping this baby… Why drink chicken soup?”

Jacquetta winced, her heart aching. “Don’t say that. No matter what happens with the baby, your body is still your own. You need to stay strong.”

She knew all too well what pregnancy could do to a woman, how much it could take from her.

“Come on now. Take care of yourself, okay? Open up.”

Rebecca sighed, defeated by her mother’s gentle persistence, and took a sip.

After a moment, she said quietly, “Mom, Eddy hasn’t called me in six months…”

Jacquetta’s hand trembled. Her eyes filled with tears, but she pretended not to hear.

“What do you want for dinner tonight? I’ll make you anything.”

“Can you make me some mac and cheese?”

“Of course.”

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The scene shifted—from home to the hospital.

“Ahhh…”

Rebecca was sprawled out in the delivery room, sweat pouring down her face as she screamed through another contraction.

“Eddy! It hurts!”

“Rebecca!” Jacquetta rushed to her side, grabbing her daughter’s hand. Even now, in the middle of labor, Rebecca was still calling for Eddy Jones.

But he wasn’t there. He wasn’t coming.

She’d made arrangements. Someone was already waiting outside, ready to adopt the child.

“Take him away,” she said firmly.

The nurse sighed, and turned to go.

“Mom, please…” Rebecca nearly sat up, her eyes red and desperate as the nurse carried her baby away.

Jacquetta hugged her, trying to hold her together. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. This baby… he doesn’t belong with you. He never should have come into this world.”

Rebecca didn’t answer—she just sobbed, heartbroken.

She knew this baby wasn’t supposed to happen, knew all the shame and pain. But he’d been inside her for ten months. She’d endured morning sickness, sleepless nights, swollen ankles—everything.

Now, to be separated like this… how could she bear it?

“Don’t cry, baby,” Jacquetta murmured, holding her close. “Someday you’ll have your own family. With Eddy. Your own baby, together.”

“Mom…”

Just then, a nurse rushed in.

“There’s a problem with the baby.”