Semua Bab Dumped by Ex , I married his Uncle : Bab 41 - Bab 47

The car ride home was unlike any other. Ben kept reaching across the console to squeeze Serena’s hand, his other hand barely steady on the wheel as excitement pulsed through every fiber of his being. The man who once never smiled without calculation was now grinning like a boy who had just discovered magic.Serena couldn’t stop looking at him. “You’re acting like you’re the one who’s pregnant,” she teased, brushing her fingers across his jaw.Ben stole a glance at her, his eyes full of emotion. “Baby… I might not be the one carrying our child, but I feel like the luckiest man alive. There’s a heartbeat growing because of us. You’ve given me a future.”They pulled into the mansion's driveway, the sun casting golden light across the expansive lawn. As soon as the front doors opened, Ben’s tone shifted firm, commanding, but laced with joy.“All of you, gather here!” he called out.The household staff, including the housekeepers, the chef, the gardener, and the security guards, hurried to

Serena sat in the backseat of the car in absolute silence, her bags of baby clothes abandoned beside her. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed them against her lower belly, the protective gesture more subconscious than deliberate.Stacy is lying, she told herself. She’s bitter. She wants to ruin what I have because she has nothing.But despite her attempts to convince herself, Serena couldn’t shake the strange, cold sensation settling in her chest. The name of that cologne—Versace Eros—the way Stacy said it so confidently, as if she wasn’t bluffing but certain.Her heart beat faster.By the time the car pulled into the driveway, she didn’t wait for the housekeeper to help her with the bags. She all but ran into the house, trying to control the storm swirling inside her. Ben’s study door was slightly ajar, and she could see the edge of his tailored shirt as he leaned over some papers at his desk.She froze.She wanted to confront him—badly. But something about the calm hum of h

Stacy sat by her vanity, brushing her hair slowly, a sly smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with a twisted satisfaction as she replayed her earlier conversation with Ben over and over in her mind. Every word, every pause she clung to it like a victory. To her, it wasn’t just a phone call; it was a promise. One step closer to reclaiming what she believed should have been hers all along.“I know him,” she muttered to herself. “He’s weak when it comes to me. Always has been.”The room was softly lit, scented candles flickering by the windowsill. She had set everything perfectly like a trap. Her wineglass shimmered with a full-bodied red, untouched, waiting. The sheets on the bed were freshly changed, her perfume sprayed lightly on the pillows. A silky robe hugged her curves, barely tied. She glanced at her reflection, tilting her head as if to admire her handiwork.“No way I’m letting that little angel Serena keep a man like Ben,” she muttered again, pacing to the window. “I wa