# Chapter 220: The Day of the Hearing — and a Lifeline from the Unexpected
Hello everyone, it’s me again! How are you all doing today? I hope you’re ready to dive back into the emotional whirlwind of *Pregnant, I Left Him to His First Love* with me. Today, we’re walking through a chapter that is heavy with regret, tension, and the first cracks of a relationship that once seemed unbreakable. Chapter 220 finds our heroine Leila standing at the edge of her own breaking point — heartbroken, betrayed, and standing alone in the cold corridors of justice. So, let’s not waste another minute. Come with me now as we relive every painful, gripping moment.
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The silence between Leila and Kelvin had stretched on for so long that she had begun to wonder if it was ever going to end.
When Kelvin said he wouldn’t be in touch, she honestly thought he was just being dramatic. People say things like that in the heat of an argument, don’t they? They speak harsh words, storm off, and then come back with a cup of coffee and a half-hearted apology. That’s how it worked. At least, that’s what she believed.
But apparently, Kelvin really meant it.
She had tried calling him. Nothing. She had sent texts — long ones, begging him to listen, then short ones, asking if he was okay. No reply. She even went to his apartment, her pride swallowed down like a bitter pill, only to find the place empty. A new tenant looked at her with confusion as she stood there with a pounding heart, realizing that Kelvin had moved — weeks before their fallout, he had changed apartments — and he hadn’t even told her.
Leila felt the cold truth sink into her bones like ice water: she had lost more than a fight. She was losing him.
What made it worse was the guilt clawing at her heart. She knew now that healing Amara had cost Tatiana something profound — something that Kelvin had hidden from her to protect all of them. Tatiana, through all those visits afterward, had never once acted bitter or resentful. She came in with a soft smile, warm words, and no hint of the sacrifice she had made. And Leila had repaid that kindness with suspicion, with insinuations, with doubt.
She had only been trying to point out what she thought were obvious facts. But she overstepped. And now she understood — Kelvin was right. Tatiana was his woman. She was family. She would always stand at his side. And Leila had no right to cast shadows on that loyalty.
But still… was that reason enough for Kelvin to just erase her from his life entirely?
That was the question burning inside her as she stepped out of the car on the first day of the hearing. The courthouse loomed in front of her like a monolith of judgment, matching the storm in her chest. Kelvin was supposed to be here. He knew the whole story — he had been there when they discovered Tristan’s dead body. He could have been the one to face the judge and tell the truth with conviction. But he wasn’t here. He wasn’t coming.
“Can you reach him?” she asked Bass, her voice fragile despite the firm set of her jaw.
Bass shook his head, his calm demeanor unshaken. “He’s not taking calls. But he emailed me last night with instructions before going dark. We just need to seek an audience with the judge before the case begins and brief her on the situation. I’ve already informed her and the other party. It’s standard procedure for them to be there, which they are. So just let me do the talking.”
Leila nodded, falling in step behind him as they cut through the back of the courthouse and wound their way toward the judge’s chambers. The hallway was quiet, every footstep echoing like a ticking clock. Her heart pounded harder with every step.
She wished Kelvin were here. Not just for his legal mind or his familiarity with Carmela’s games — but because he understood *her*. He knew her history with Carmela, he had stood at the scene of Tristan’s brutal end, and he could have painted that picture for the judge with the raw colors of truth. Without him, Leila felt exposed, like she was walking into battle wearing nothing but her scars.
When they entered the judge’s office, Donald and Carmela were already seated. Their faces were a canvas of smug anticipation. Donald’s hand rested protectively over Carmela’s, as if he was physically holding her back from pouncing. And Carmela — oh, Carmela — she wore a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, a witch’s smile that knew something Leila didn’t.
Leila believed — no, she was certain — that Carmela had a hand in Tristan’s death. The timing, the violence, the silence that followed. It all pointed to her. The only question was *how*.
“So, let me get this straight,” the judge, Ruth, spoke with a dry tone as she adjusted her glasses. “You want another week’s adjournment to look into the death of your dead key witness?”
“Yes, Your Honour,” Bass affirmed with a curt nod.
Before the judge could respond, Donald cut in smoothly, “We are in disagreement, Your Honour. I am aware this delay is entirely within your discretion. But if their key witness is deceased, wouldn’t it serve everyone better if they simply withdrew this case from your court?”
Bass turned to Leila, waiting for a decision. Her eyes flickered to Carmela — to that smug, victorious smirk — and she shook her head. Withdrawing now would be like lighting the whole world on fire just to spite herself. It would make Carmela the victor without a single battle. And this wasn’t even the case she had originally brought forward. She couldn’t let it end like this.
So, with a strength she didn’t feel, she spoke: “We will not do that.”
“Then we are in disagreement,” Donald shot back coldly.
Judge Ruth exhaled slowly, looking between the two parties with the weary patience of someone who had seen far too many desperate plays in her courtroom. Her eyes finally settled on Bass and Leila. “Do you have another key witness?” she asked, her tone blunt. “Because if not, the defence may have a point. And you would be saving us all a lot of time.”
And then Leila heard herself say it — sharp, quick, unthinking: “We do.”
The word hung in the air like a struck bell. Bass’s eyes snapped to her in alarm, but the damage was already done. Judge Ruth nodded, a decision made.
“Then it is decided. You have twenty-four hours to present this witness in court. That will be all.”
“We asked for a week, Your Honour,” Bass tried, his voice tight as he shot a cold glare at Leila.
“Twenty-four hours,” Judge Ruth repeated, waving them away like a fly.
When they stepped out of the office, the door clicked shut behind them and the corridor seemed to close in. Bass turned to Leila, his earlier composure cracked, sharp edges of anger spilling through.
“I told you to let me do the talking,” he snapped. “Do you know what you’ve just done? We don’t have a way out of this now. The court will take the official testimony — and I’ll bet my licence that Donald’s going to make his opening statement about how you hired an assassin to kill the witch. We’re stuck. We’re absolutely stuck.”
Leila flinched as if she had been slapped. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. And she felt completely out of her own skin — untethered, unbalanced, crumbling from the inside out. Anger, hurt, confusion, and a bone-deep distraction swirled inside her like a hurricane. There was a mole in her party. She was certain of it now. Someone had leaked information, and that thought was almost unbearable, because she had so few allies left. She couldn’t even doubt anyone without feeling like she was burning bridges with her own regrets.
“It’s okay,” Bass replied, forcing himself to take a breath. “We just need to find a witness. Is there anyone you know who can take the stand for you?”
Before Leila could even search her own heart for an answer, a familiar voice broke through the heavy silence.
“I will.”
Leila looked up, and her eyes met Tatum’s — steady, calm, and utterly sure of himself.
“I’ll be your witness,” he said.
In that moment, when all light seemed lost, a single flame flickered back to life. Maybe, just maybe, the storm wasn’t over yet.
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## Reader’s Impressions & Star Rating
This chapter was an emotional rollercoaster from beginning to end. My heart absolutely aches for Leila — she is carrying so much weight on her shoulders, and the absence of Kelvin is a painful reminder that love isn’t always enough to keep people close when trust is broken. Her regret over Tatiana is beautifully written, and the courtroom tension had me on the edge of my seat. That ending, though — Tatum stepping forward! — I gasped. It’s one of those rare moments that gives you hope right when the story seems darkest.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
## Next Chapter Prediction
Well, now that Tatum has stepped up to be Leila’s witness, the next chapter is bound to be explosive! We’re probably going to see Tatum take the stand and reveal something shocking about Carmela or Tristan’s death — but will his testimony hold up under Donald’s ruthless cross-examination? And will Kelvin stay away and let Leila fall, or will he rush back to the courthouse at the last second, drawn by news of her desperate hour? I have a feeling the truth is about to hit harder than anyone expects — and Carmela’s mask might finally crack.
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