All Chapters of Pregnant for the Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damien’s POVBack inside, Father motioned me closer. “Your mother tells me,” he rasped, “Something at Brian’s school tomorrow. A school event.”“Father’s Day,” I said, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice.“Go,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Do not be late.”“I won’t.”He reached for my wrist, papery skin, iron will. “Son… fix what you can. The rest, learn to live with, but fix what you can.”I nodded, the words settling like a commandment. Fix what you can. I couldn’t rewind five years, couldn’t erase what I’d said to her, couldn’t feed the infants I’d never held or wake for the night terrors I hadn’t soothed. But I could show up now. I could be the father who is present, the partner who asks before assuming, the man who apologizes without asking to be forgiven in the same breath.In the blur of departures, I caught Elena one last time at the elevator. Brian stood between us, clutching a lollipop the nurse had given him as if it were a medal; Arya inspected the but

Damien’s POVBrian stood waiting at the door when I arrived at Elena’s house. The neighbourhood was impressive, the house itself striking in its beauty. Elijah and Elena had built a good life together without me, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of them. More than anything, I was relieved to see that my children had been raised in comfort and love. Pride swelled in me for Elena, though beneath it, a faint sting of jealousy lingered. Jealous that she hadn’t needed me.Brian’s eyes were wide with the hope I’d seen since I met him. He looked at me like I was a miracle, as if my presence alone could mend five years of absence.“You came,” he whispered, as if afraid the moment would vanish if he spoke too loudly.“Of course I came,” I told him, kneeling so we were eye level. “I promised, didn’t I?”His grin split his face, his small hands clutching mine like he might never let go. I swallowed the lump rising in my throat and lifted Arya into my arms. She squealed in delight, wrapping he

Damien’s POVThe rest of the event unfolded under a suffocating kind of silence, as though the air itself carried the tension that had erupted moments ago.No one laughed too loudly, no one whispered too freely. Even the children, normally restless during long programs, sat unusually still. My presence had rearranged the hierarchy of this hall, and everyone knew it.Brian sat taller than I had ever seen him sit, his small back straightened like a soldier, shoulders squared with a quiet pride that both lifted me and crushed me. All it took was me being there, and my son became more than he was yesterday. That thought pierced me more deeply than I cared to admit.Arya never let go of my arm. Her tiny hand, so soft and certain, clung to me as though I might vanish if she loosened her grip. Every so often she tilted her head against me, smiling at the smallest things, when the children sang, when someone clapped, when Brian whispered something to her. For Arya, today wasn’t about the decor

Elena’s POVThe afternoon sun slanted through the blinds in my office, spilling stripes of light across the polished desk.My phone buzzed, a reminder flashing across the screen. Dinner had been one thing, but now it was golf, Ethan Oswald’s way of keeping the invitations lighthearted, casual, impossible to outright refuse. He had phrased it politely, even generously, saying I could bring someone along“if it made me feel more comfortable.”And so I had asked Elijah.When I told him, he frowned immediately. “Golf? Really? You know I don’t even like that game.”I fastened the clasp on my bracelet and turned to him. “It’s not about playing, Elijah. It’s about being there. Just come with me. Please.”He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway. “You don’t need me to be your shadow. You’re more than capable of handling Ethan on your own.”“That’s not the point.” I tried to keep my voice calm, reasonable. “I don’t want him getting… personal. Having you there makes things clear. It kee

Elena’s POVThe breeze across the golf course stilled, as though the whole club was waiting for the confrontation that was about to unfold.Anabelle Oswald’s heels clicked against the stone path as she drew closer, a calculating smile tugging at her lips. The younger woman beside her, dressed head-to-toe in designer labels, trailed like an obedient shadow.Anabelle’s gaze swept over me once, sharp as glass, then fixed on Ethan.“I see you can’t stop playing with the help,” she said sweetly, her voice laced with venom.Elijah stiffened at my side, his shoulders coiled with restrained fury. He might not have cared much for golf, but insults, especially aimed at me, were something else entirely. I felt his anger as though it were my own.Before he could speak, Ethan’s expression hardened. His smile vanished, his posture straightened, and his voice dropped low, each word deliberate.“Watch your tongue. What I do and whom I associate with is none of your business. I have warned you to stay