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2026-04-01 18:57:48
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Divorced With His Heir In My Belly The Enemy of My Enemy
[Sarah’s POV] The smell of slow-roasted lamb and rosemary hit me the second I stepped through the heavy oak doors of the manor. It was a scent that usually meant safety, a domestic anchor after the cold, glass-and-steel warfare of the city. But tonight, the aroma felt like a thick, cloying shroud. I smoothed my hair, took a breath that felt like swallowing stones, and walked toward the dining room. The table was already set... fine linen, polished silver, and the crystal glasses that caught the amber light of the chandelier. It looked like a home. I pushed through the swinging doors into the kitchen. Rosa was leaning over a steaming pot, her face flushed from the heat, while Mae was meticulously drying a set of salad tongs. "My goodness, Rosa," I said, forcing a bright, melodic lilt into my voice. "The smell is hitting the driveway. At this rate, I’m going to have to officially register this house as a local restaurant. Add it to the portfolio. 'Rosa’s Vineyard Bistro' has a nice
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Project C
[Sarah’s POV] The shop was a tiny, cramped space squeezed between a laundromat and a shuttered deli. Above the door, a faded sign simply read Binary Solutions. When we stepped inside, the bell gave a tinny, rusted chime. Behind the cluttered counter, a girl who couldn't have been more than nineteen was hunched over a circuit board, a soldering iron in one hand and a magnifying loupe over one eye. Her hair was dyed a shock of electric blue, tucked under a backwards baseball cap. Dex stepped forward, his shadow looming over the counter. "We’re looking for the owner. The lead technician." The girl didn't look up. "You’re looking at her. What do you want?" Dex scoffed, a sound of pure doubt, amusement in his eyes like he just heard a funny joke. "Listen, kid, I don’t have time for games. Bring out your boss before I decide this place is a waste of our time." The girl finally set the soldering iron down. she flicked the loupe up and looked at Dex with a gaze that was as cold an
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Baseless Accusations
[Sarah’s POV]"You cannot go around making baseless accusations, Tyler," I snapped, my voice low and cutting. "Do you have any idea how this looks? You’re a man under investigation for corporate espionage, and now you’re stalking me to whisper conspiracy theories about my staff.""It’s not baseless, Sarah," Tyler insisted, leaning across the small marble table. His voice was a harsh whisper, his eyes searching mine with a desperation that felt almost physical. "I’m not just throwing names around here. I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going on. The evidence is clear. Size forty-six ranch boots. folks in the city do not wear that."I leaned back in the velvet chair, my fingers tracing the rim of an untouched espresso. I looked at Tyler. He was a mess—shadows under his eyes, his shirt wrinkled, a frantic energy vibrating off him that made my skin crawl. Dex stood a few paces away, his back to us, guarding the perimeter of a conversation that felt like it was being held over a
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly The Stakeout
[Tyler’s POV]It was humiliating. A month ago, I owned this building. I owned the air inside that lobby. Now, I was a ghost haunting my own perimeter, my high-level security clearance revoked and my face likely pinned to the "do not allow" board in the security office. Sarah meant it when she said she would erase my existence from it.The interior of my SUV smelled like stale coffee and the frantic, sour sweat of a man who was losing everything. I had been sitting in the shadows of the parking structure across from the Rider Group building for nearly six hours, my eyes burning from staring at the revolving glass doors.I shifted in the leather seat, my back aching. I was exhausted. The lead from Detective Miller about the size 46 boots tracks found near where Beatrice was dumped, was screaming in the back of my mind. I needed to tell Sarah. I needed her to understand what my suspicions are.Give it up, Tyler, a voice in my head whispered. She’ll just call the police. She’ll think it’s
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly The Prodigal Wife and Footprints
[Tyler’s POV]We sat in the dim light of the chandelier, the only sound the rhythmic clink of silver against porcelain. Chloe was pushing a piece of salmon around her plate, her eyes red-rimmed from another day of restricted credit lines, while Elena stared blankly at the empty chair where our father usually sat."He’s still in Italy," Chloe muttered, breaking the silence. "I talked to him twenty minutes ago. He’s trying to move some offshore assets, but everything is tangled in Sarah’s new audit protocols.""He shouldn't have left," I said, my voice flat. "Moving our assets now is a wrong move, and he knows that. Father just needed an excuse to run away from his mess.""He knows it’s a losing battle," Elena whispered.Before I could respond, the doorbell chimed a sharp, intrusive sound that echoed through the hollow house."Is that Dad?" Elena asked, her eyes lighting up with a desperate hope."Impossible," Chloe countered. "Unless he rented a supersonic jet we can't afford."The doo
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly The Deadly Game of Pretense
[Sarah’s POV]The production house was a hive of activity, I stood by the large oak tasting table, a manifest in my hand, forcing my eyes to stay fixed on the columns of numbers. I could feel Norman before I saw him. The air seemed to shift, growing heavier, more stifling. I didn't look up until I felt his shadow fall across the paperwork."The late-harvest yields are exceeding the estimates, Sarah," Norman said, his voice warm and steady... the same voice that had whispered promises to me while, unknown to me, he was typing messages to Lucy. "We’re going to have a record-breaking vintage."I looked up and forced a smile so wide it made my cheeks ache. I let out a light, airy laugh, the sound echoing hollowly in my own ears. "That’s incredible news, Norman. I knew I could trust you to handle the harvest perfectly. You always have such a green thumb."He stepped closer, moving into that small, private space we usually shared when the staff was busy. He reached out, his hand sliding ont
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly The Storm of Life and Death
Sarah’s POV"Push, Sarah! Push!"Rosa’s voice was barely audible over the rainstorm outside. A massive crack of thunder shook the entire house, shaking the windows so hard I thought the glass would shatter over my bed."I can't!" I screamed, my fingers digging into Norman’s hand until I felt his bon
Last Updated : 2026-03-20Divorced With His Heir In My Belly The Shadow of the Past
[Tyler’s POV]"Where is she? I demand to speak to the lead lead doctor immediately!"I slammed my palm against the white laminate of the nurse’s station. The sound echoed through the sterile, fluorescent-lit hallway of the VIP maternity wing, but it didn't get the reaction I wanted. The head nurse,
Last Updated : 2026-03-21Divorced With His Heir In My Belly The Enemy in My Office
"If you sneeze, we’re dead," Norman hissed, his eyes darting to the window. "If you trip over those boots, you blow your cover. Do you understand the stakes, Sarah?""I’m not Sarah today," I snapped back, my voice gravelly and low. I adjusted the itchy beard and patted my five months old pregnancy
Last Updated : 2026-03-19Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Stayed Alive For My Son
[Sarah’s POV]"She’s waking up! Norman, look!"The voice was thin and distant, like someone shouting from the other side of a bridge. I fought against the heavy, dark fog pulling at my limbs. My eyelids felt like they had been glued shut, but the sterile, sharp smell of bleach and antiseptic told m
Last Updated : 2026-03-21
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