All Chapters of Chasing My Runaway Bride: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Emma's POV “Ryan, please,” I gasped, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks, not from desire, but from the oncoming sickness. But he wasn’t listening. His hands were insistent, pulling me closer as if he could will me into wanting what he wanted.Before I knew it, the nausea won out, and I threw up—right on his chest.His reaction was immediate. He cursed under his breath and let go of me, standing back with a mixture of shock and disgust on his face. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and then, without a word, he turned and stormed out of the room. I heard the door to the guest bedroom slam shut, and I was left alone, sick and bewildered.The next morning, I tried to explain. After a long shower and a bit of rest, I felt slightly better, but Ryan was still clearly annoyed. I could see it in the way he avoided my eyes and the tightness in his jaw when I tried to approach him.“Ryan, I’m sorry about last night,” I said softly, reaching for his hand. “I’ve been feeling so sick lately.

Emma's POV The next few days were a blur of exhaustion and disappointment. I continued to feel unwell, the pregnancy symptoms making even simple tasks seem Herculean. Ryan was busy with the office and his grandfather’s condition, and our interactions were brief and strained. He seemed to be struggling to balance his professional life with the personal turmoil of his grandfather’s health, and my presence—my need for support and affection—seemed to only add to his stress.I did my best to be patient and to give him the space he needed while trying to manage my own emotional and physical well-being. I had scheduled follow-up appointments with my doctor, trying to stay on top of the health checks for both myself and the baby. But it was hard not to feel hurt by Ryan’s distance. He was preoccupied with his work and his family issues, and while I understood that he was under immense pressure, it didn’t make the situation any easier for me.One evening, as I sat alone in the living room, th

Emma's POV Ryan was sprawled across the bed, his body tangled with another woman’s. His hands, the same hands that had once caressed me with tenderness, now gripped her with a lust I had never seen before. The woman—his secretary—let out a soft cry, but it was Ryan’s voice that hit me like a punch to the gut. The voice was hoarse and filled with lust. My heart ached. I felt as if my heart was being torn open!"Ryan...we shouldn’t...this isn't right... It’s not fair... It’s not fair for your wife...” the woman said. “She’s just a boring white swan,” he murmured, his voice filled with disdain. “How can she compete with a little devil like you? If it weren’t for her being the eldest daughter of the Wales family, and if I hadn’t needed to take revenge on her father, I never would’ve married her. Come, baby. Let's have another round...”His words were like shards of glass slicing through my heart. Revenge? It had all been for revenge? But why? Revenge of what? The weight of his betra

Emma's POV But as much as I wanted to scream, to lash out, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. Instead, I turned and fled the apartment, my legs carrying me faster than I thought possible. My heart raced, my mind spinning with the horror of it all. How did it come to this? How had I been so blind?As I left the building, the cool night air hit my face, but it did nothing to numb the pain. My mind raced, replaying every moment, every word he had said. He wanted revenge. He wanted to destroy my father’s legacy, and now, it all made sense. He wanted to destroy everyone with my dad's blood flowing in their body... So even my child and I were a part of him... My child will also be a part of my dad's family. He had wanted me to abort the baby. My child—his child—was part of the family he despised.Is that why Ryan wanted me to abort...? It hit me like a ton of bricks. He had never wanted this child because it carried the blood of my father, the man he ha

Emma's POV Just then Ryan walked into my cabin. " Good morning! Why did you come so early? You didn't even wait for me? We could have come after having breakfast together. I would have ordered pancakes... Just the way you like them. " He said. " Thanks, Ryan. But I was not hungry. And not in a mood to share anything with you. So don't pretend that everything is just perfect. " " Well, then I think we should talk and solve all issues. You had a splitting headache last night; I hope you are fine and we can talk about it now. " " We will, after the meeting... Not here, you have already given a lot of topics to the staff." " I don't care what they know or talk about; now, at least none of you will flirt with you or gossip about us being together. You are my wife and I want everyone to know about it. " "But unlike you, I don't like to wash my dirty linen in public. Let's go to the meeting. " ********The boardroom felt stifling. The air was so thick with tension as we sat around t