All Chapters of Only His On Paper: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I didn’t sleep. Not even a minute. Just stared at the ceiling, one breath after another, hoping maybe that would settle me. It didn’t.His arm was still around me. Heavy. Loose. His fingers rested against my side like they didn’t know where else to go.Maybe he didn’t either.I didn’t move for a long time. Just lay there, eyes open, bones tense, thinking, maybe I heard it wrong. I kept telling myself I was wrong. That I misunderstood. But the line didn’t change, not once.She doesn’t deserve to be caught in this.Caught in what, Damian?I eased out from under his arm. Careful. Didn’t want to wake him. His breathing stayed slow, even. Like nothing was wrong. Like the same man who kissed me as I mattered, who touched me like I was real, hadn’t just tried to vanish behind those old walls again.The floor hit cold the second I stood.Didn’t matter that sunlight had started slipping through the curtains, it didn’t warm a thing.I didn’t bother with a sweater. Or socks. I just walked.Didn’

The candle went out.Dark.Not the kind you blink through. The kind that swallows. That stretches wide and hollow and lets every thought echo back at you twice as loud.He didn’t say anything else. Just stood there a second longer, then walked out of the room like the night hadn’t split him open. Like it hadn’t torn something loose between us.I stayed in bed long after he left.Not asleep. Just… still.Waiting for my heartbeat to sound less like a question.—By morning, the storm had passed, but something colder had moved in.Damian was already downstairs when I woke. I heard the scrape of a chair and the clink of a spoon in a cup. Mechanical. Measured. Like he was checking off the act of being human, one practiced motion at a time.When I walked into the kitchen, he didn’t look at me. Just sipped his coffee like I wasn’t real.“Morning,” I said, voice hoarse.He didn’t answer right away. Just stood, and turned to the window.The rain had left streaks on the glass. The sky was pale,

Didn’t move. I just… stood there.Staring.At the cheap little phone in my hand like it might disappear if I looked away.It didn’t.Still there. Still cold. Still sitting in my palm like it had every right to be.He’s not who you think he is.No name. No number. Just that.My chest went tight. Not like panic tight. More like something sinking, slow and heavy.Because the worst part wasn’t the message.It was the fact that some part of me already believed it.—I walked downstairs without even thinking. Don’t know how my legs moved. Just… moved.I found him still there, same posture.His hands shoved in his pockets like he was holding himself together.Staring at the fireplace like something was supposed to happen but hadn’t. Like the house hadn’t swallowed me whole just now.I stopped in front of him. I didn’t say anything. Just held out the phone.He looked at it. One glance. That was enough.His jaw locked.“Where’d you get it?” he asked.“My bag.”“Did you—?”“No,” I cut in. “Top

I stayed on the cold floor longer than I should’ve.My legs were numb. Pins and needles. But I didn’t move. I didn’t care.Everything felt slow. Like the air was thick.Like if I moved, I’d fall apart.When I finally pulled myself up, I reached for a towel. My hands were shaking so badly that it took longer than it should’ve.I wiped my mouth. Slow. Careful.Like it would somehow erase everything.Then I looked up.My reflection blinked back at me, pale, cracked open. My eyes looked too wide, like I didn’t recognize the girl staring back.There was this knot sitting in my chest. Tight. Sharp.Like something was coming.And I couldn’t stop it.My cycle was usually on time.Yesterday… or maybe the day before. But still nothing.I tried to blame stress. Travel. Everything.But deep down, I already knew.The nausea. The ache in my chest. The sudden heat and cold were crashing through me. The way my body didn’t feel like mine.It all pointed in one direction.Pregnant.The word sat there i

Glass still clung to the floor like it hadn’t finished speaking.My hand stung, but I didn’t look down. The broken mirror didn’t just reflect my face, it scattered it. A version of me stared back from every sharp fragment, and none of them looked like someone he would stay for.Naomi had left only a minute ago.And then… a sound. Not the shatter this time. Footsteps in the hallway. Slow, confident. A pair of voices. Then just one. Then silence again.Too quiet.I took one step back from the mess. Then another. Until I bumped into the edge of the bed.A soft ping lit up the room.Naomi’s tablet. She must’ve left it by accident.I didn’t mean to check it. But I did.Message from PR Team:“It’s out. The photo. Already trending.”Another one followed seconds later:“Couldn’t stop it. Too many reposts. Helena staged it.”My heart dropped into my stomach.No. Not now.I opened the link.And there it was.A photo of Damian. Helena. At the board meeting.Her hand was flat on his chest, her bo