Alle Kapitel von Married To My Ex-Fiance's Billionaire Uncle: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

(Emily's POV). "It feels so good, you know. We always enjoy our lovey-dovey every night." I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face as I lay there next to Mike, still catching my breath. My body hummed with a sense of satisfaction, that familiar warmth spreading through my limbs. I rolled over on the bed, resting my head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. Mike let out a low chuckle, his hand absentmindedly running through his tousled hair. His body was drenched in sweat, but the scent of him—warm, clean, and faintly musky—always made me dizzy in the best way. I swear, sometimes it was like he showered in cologne, but I knew better. He just naturally smelled like that. It was infuriating and addictive all at once. He rubbed his arm, still catching his breath too. "I’ve never been like this before," he admitted, his voice low and a little rough. He turned his head to look at me, his eyes dark and full of something intense. "Not even with… o

(Ben's POV).“Ck! Now you come alone without her?” I asked, my voice dripping with skepticism as Mike appeared, walking toward the bench where I sat. Alone. Of course, he didn’t bring her. He never brings Emily when he comes to see me. It’s like he’s hiding her, shielding her from whatever remains of our twisted connection. Or maybe Emily herself didn't want to come all along to see me.Mike didn’t answer right away. He didn’t have to. His calm demeanor, as always, was as steady as a still pond. It annoyed me to no end. How he could stay so composed when he knew exactly what I wanted, what I had lost. He had everything now. Her love. Her trust. Everything that had once been mine—or at least, what I thought was mine. Don't say I'm not regret it. Of course I regret, but it was only I kept to myself, not to show to my family, people I knew or Emily herself.Without a word, he extended his hand and placed a package of food on the bench beside me. “Eat it while it’s still warm,” Mike

(Mike's POV).“Next time, if she comes and just brings flowers or any other stuff, throw it in the basket. And if she asks or gets mad at you, tell her it’s my command.”I leaned back in my chair as I said this to my secretary. She nodded without a word, her eyes widening slightly before she turned and left the room. I knew she didn’t want to get in the middle of whatever was going on, but it couldn’t be helped. Ellen had to understand that showing up unannounced with gifts wasn’t going to work. Not anymore.I sighed, rubbing my temples as the door closed behind the secretary. Why couldn’t Ellen just give up? After all this time apart, she still showed up like nothing had happened, as if we hadn’t both moved on. Well, I had moved on—clearly, she hadn’t. I thought what we had was just… limited to the bedroom. There were no emotions, no strings, just a mutual understanding. Or so I thought.But Ellen had been around longer than anyone else. I couldn’t deny that. She knew me in ways m

(Emily's POV). “So, are you going to tell us the gender of your baby?” Linda asked, a playful grin dancing on her lips. I smiled at her, feeling a warm excitement flutter through me. “Of course, Linda. You have to be there. It wouldn’t be the same without you.” She laughed, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be there. After all, I wasn’t going to miss your wedding a few months ago, and now this? I’m definitely coming.” Her words brought back memories of that perfect day. Our wedding wasn’t the grand spectacle Mike had originally wanted—it was small, intimate, just the way I had always dreamed. I remember Mike trying to convince me to go bigger, to make a statement, but I had stood firm. All I needed were the people we loved there to witness it. In the end, even Mike admitted that it had felt right. “Remember that day?” I said softly, my mind still lingering on the memories. “The wedding?” Linda nodded, her smile softening. “I do. It was perfect. Sma

(Emily's POV)."Keep popping the balloons! The last balloon is your baby's gender!" the announcer shouted with boundless energy.I couldn’t help but smile at the excitement that rippled through the crowd. The air was charged with anticipation, and the sheer enthusiasm of our family and friends filled me with a warmth that spread from my chest all the way to my toes.This moment—it felt surreal, like a dream I didn’t want to wake from. My hand tightened around Mike’s as we stood before the line of balloons, each one a colorful mystery waiting to be burst.The relatives in attendance seemed almost too ambitious, as if they’d been waiting their entire lives for this spectacle. My parents, Mike’s parents, and even his old friends—faces lit up with joy, with some of the women whispering excitedly to each other while the men cracked jokes that I could only half-hear. I caught glimpses of their expectant faces, their eyes twinkling as they urged us on.With a determined squeeze, Mike and I