All Chapters of Pregnant For My Ex, Married To His Rival : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Adriana sat still, her body stiff as Eros’ lips pressed softly against hers. His kiss was gentle—unrushed, searching. But she didn’t kiss him back, as her arms hung at her sides like dead weight, her expression unreadable. Sensing her lack of response, Eros slowly pulled away, his eyes scanning her face for a sign, for anything. “What was that for?” Adriana asked, with one brow lifting sceptically. “A thank-you kiss,” Eros replied, his voice casual, light—too light for the heaviness in the room. “Don’t act like you hated it,” he added. Adriana didn’t answer. Instead, her eyes dropped to their hands. His fingers were still loosely intertwined with hers. “You’ve been holding my hand too much lately,” she muttered, her hands slightly pulling away. “We have to look real, remember? Especially with him downstairs watching us like a hawk.” Eros grinned, trying to defuse the tension. Adriana gave him a tired look. “I’m starting to get tired of the whole plan, Eros. This revenge thing…

Antonio’s gaze darted from one closed door to another, each identical in the dimly lit hallway. His hands hung loosely at his sides, but his shoulders carried a weight he didn’t care to name.Then, the soft click of a door drew his eyes. Adriana stepped out of Tessa’s room, pulling the door shut behind her with a careful, almost protective motion.“Could you… point me to his door? I’m kind of lost,” Antonio asked, his voice kept deliberately neutral, though his eyes searched her face.Adriana didn’t stop walking and didn’t even glance at him. The scent of her perfume drifted in her wake as she walked past.“Just next to the little girl’s room,” came Eros’ voice from the far end of the hall, deep and annoyingly casual.Adriana halted mid-step, her spine stiffening. She shot Eros a sharp glare, then finally turned her head just enough to speak to Antonio without meeting his eyes. “Don’t push too hard. Let him be if he doesn’t want to be around you.”And with this, she left, her back ret

Three soft knocks tapped against Hardin’s bedroom door.“It’s Mommy, baby… can I come in?” Adriana’s voice was barely above a whisper, like she was afraid a louder tone might shatter something fragile inside the room.Silence answered her. Not a shuffle, not a creak of the bed.She waited for five seconds, maybe more, before gently pressing her palm against the doorknob. The hinges gave a quiet sigh as she pushed it open.Hardin lay curled under his blanket, his knees tucked in, as the fabric rose and fell with slow, steady breaths. His face wasn’t wet with tears, but the sadness clung to him like a shadow.Adriana’s shoulders sagged. She crossed the room quietly and eased herself down into the warm dent he’d left beside him.“Come here,” she murmured.Hardin hesitated, but when Adriana reached out and tugged him gently, he let his head sink onto her chest. As Adriana wrapped an arm around him and began to strike his hair in slow, calming motions, the room was filled with the steady r

Adriana’s lips parted slightly, but no sound came out at first. Her lashes fluttered once, twice, her heartbeat skipping between disbelief and indignation. She swallowed and held his gaze.“No,” she eventually said firmly, her voice low but steady. “You saw wrong. I wasn’t jealous. After all… this is all fake.”Her gaze didn’t waver, but her hands tucked behind the door tightened into fists.Eros leaned against the doorframe, studying her with a searching look. “Are you still mad at me?” His words came out carefully, almost hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure if he should even be asking.Adriana’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I just need some space, Eros. I’m not mad.” She gave a slow shake of her head. “If that’s all… please, let me close my door.”Eros' eyes softened, but there was still a hint of something else—disappointment.“Okay,” he murmured in a voice barely louder than a whisper, and his hand loosened its grip on the door handle.Adriana wasted no time in pulling the door shu

“Yes, another proposal. But first,” Antonio began, leaning forward slightly, his palms pressed together as if steadying himself. “...I’ve come to apologize and to also clarify a few things before I even think about telling you what my proposal is all about.”Adriana’s posture didn’t shift; she remained composed behind her desk, her fingers lightly brushing the edge of her keyboard. “Then go on,” she said swiftly, her tone clipped and almost impatient.Antonio drew in a breath. His voice lowered, carrying a weight that filled the room. “I know I’ve wronged you. I know I did something beyond foolish, something that doesn’t deserve forgiveness. I’ve carried the shame for over five years now, and the guilt… it never leaves. I know my apologies won't be enough to erase the pain I've caused you. But still, I need you to hear them. I’m deeply sorry, I hope… I hope you can one day find it in your heart to forgive me. If not for me, then at least for our kids. I want the chance to be closer to