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CHAPTER 77.
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Sabrina’s POV.The words on the screen blurred, swimming in a pool of tears I hadn't realized were falling.Pennyroyal. Black Cohosh. Abortifacient.Alice poured it down the sink and smiled.The floor beneath me felt like it was dissolving into quicksand. I grabbed the edge of the glass dining table to keep from collapsing, my knuckles turning white as I stared at the digital proof of my own torture.A montage of memories assaulted me, violent and vivid, flashing like a strobe light in my mind.I smelled the kitchen in the Adams estate—that sharp, cloying scent of mint that I had always assumed was just Alice’s expensive potpourri or a new cleaning product.I felt the porcelain of the teacup, hot against my fingertips. I saw Alice standing over me, her pearls gleaming in the sunlight, handing me the steaming cup with a sympathetic smile."Drink up, darling," she would say, her voice smooth as silk. "It’s an old family recipe. It will strengthen the womb. We need that baby to be strong
Pregnant For My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Best Friend CHAPTER 78.
Cole’s POV.Everywhere was silent, save for the rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass. It was 3:00 AM.I was awake because I couldn’t sleep yet, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying the press interview Leon had given. The lies. The bruises. The way he had weaponized our happiness to paint himself as a martyr.Suddenly, a gasp tore through the quiet."No... please, no..."I turned instantly. Sabrina was thrashing in her sleep, her hands clawing at her stomach. Her face was slick with sweat, her expression twisted in agony."Sabrina," I whispered, shaking her shoulder gently. "Wake up. You’re dreaming."She jolted awake with a sharp cry, sitting bolt upright. Her eyes were wide, unseeing, terror dilating her pupils. She grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin."The soup," she gasped, her breath coming in ragged heaves. "Don't let me eat it. It burns.""Shh," I soothed, pulling her into my arms. She was trembling violently. "You’re safe. We’re in the penthouse. There’s
Pregnant For My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Best Friend CHAPTER 77.
Cole’s POV.The silence that settled over the house wasn't empty, it was full. It was heavy with relief, rich with the sudden absence of chaos. For weeks, it felt like we had been living in a wind tunnel, battered by threats, lawsuits, and the ghosts of Sabrina’s past.But tonight, the wind had stopped.I stood on the balcony, the glass doors slid open to let in the cool night air of Los Angeles. Below, the city was a grid of golden arteries, pulsing with life, but up here, it was just us. My phone was on the kitchen counter, powered off. Sabrina’s phone was in a drawer somewhere.For the first time since we got together, there was no enemy at the gate. Leon was neutralized, chasing his own tail. The board was silent. The media had moved on to the next shiny scandal.I heard the soft pad of bare feet behind me. I didn't turn around immediately, I just let the presence of her wash over me. Sabrina wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, resting her cheek against my back. She smel
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Cole’s POV.The penthouse was quiet when I walked in, but the air felt heavy, charged with a static tension that made the hair on my arms stand up.I found Sabrina in the living room. She wasn't sketching. She wasn't reading. She was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, staring out at the Los Angeles skyline as if waiting for it to burn."Sabrina?" I called out softly, dropping my keys on the console table.She turned. Her face was pale, her eyes wide and rimmed with red. She looked like she had seen a ghost."He was there," she whispered.I crossed the room in three strides, gripping her shoulders. "Who? Who was here?""Leon," she said, her voice trembling. "He came to the studio. He got past the front desk. He... he fell to his knees, Cole. He was crying. He looked deranged."A cold, dark rage ignited in my chest. "Did he touch you?""No," she shook her head quickly. "Security got him. They dragged him out. But he said things... hateful t
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Leon’s POV.The motel room smelled of stale cigarette smoke, mildew, and desperation. It was a far cry from the Adams Estate, with its Egyptian cotton sheets and vaulted ceilings. This place had peeling wallpaper, a carpet that felt sticky under my shoes, and thin walls that let me hear every argument and headboard-thump from the neighbors.It was all I could afford with the cash I had pawned my watch for—the other watch, the vintage Omega I had hidden in the glove box for a rainy day after sending my mother off to wherever she could also afford. I hadn't expected the rainy day to be a hurricane.I sat on the edge of the sagging mattress, staring at the television bolted to the wall.On the screen, Cole Lander was shaking hands with the Mayor. He looked impeccable in a navy suit that probably cost more than this entire building. The ticker tape at the bottom read: LANDER ENTERPRISES STOCK HITS RECORD HIGH.I gripped the plastic cup of cheap whiskey so hard it cracked.I changed the ch
Pregnant For My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Best Friend CHAPTER 74.
Leon’s POV.The automatic doors of the Lander Tower lobby didn't open for me at first. I had to wave my arms like a maniac before the sensor finally acknowledged my existence.I stumbled inside, the air conditioning hitting me like a physical slap.People turned to stare.I knew what I looked like. I had caught a glimpse of myself in a shop window three blocks away. My suit—a bespoke Armani that used to cost three thousand dollars—was torn at the shoulder and stained with dirt from where I had slept in the car. My lip was swollen, purple and split. One eye was nearly shut. I hadn't shaved in two days, and I smelled of stale sweat and copper.But I held my head high.I was Leon Adams. I was a CEO. I was a King.These people... the receptionists, the couriers, the interns... they didn't know the truth. They didn't know I had been conned. They didn't know I was a victim of a grand conspiracy.I walked toward the reception desk. The girl behind the counter, a blonde with wide eyes, recoil
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