All Chapters of Pregnant for the Heartless Billionaire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Damien’s POVThe children’s laughter trailed into the house, swallowed by the walls I longed to belong behind. Elena moved to close the door, her hand firm on the handle. Desperation clawed at me before I even thought.“Elena, wait.”She froze, her back straightening, her head turning just enough for me to see her profile in the dim porch light. Her expression was guarded, polished, like the professional mask she wore at her hotel.“I want to take them to school tomorrow,” I said quickly, the words tumbling out before I lost the chance. “Let me drive them. Let me be the one.”Her eyes flicked to me, unreadable, then softened briefly when Arya’s voice echoed faintly from inside, calling for her. For a heartbeat I thought she would agree, that she might see how badly I needed to be with them.But then she shook her head, calm and steady. “No. I’ll take them. You can see them in the afternoon instead.”The firmness in her tone stung. Not angry, not cruel, just final. A wall I couldn’t br

Elena’s POVThe scent of toasted bread and fried eggs lingered in the air as I set the jug of orange juice down on the dining table. Morning sunlight streamed in through the curtains, gilding the edges of the plates, casting warm light over my children’s eager faces. Brian had already wolfed down half his eggs, Arya had fruit on her fork, and Elijah sat calmly across from me, reading a hospital memo on his phone while sipping coffee.Breakfasts like these had become our ritual: simple, grounding, a family affair. But today, the quiet rhythm was broken.“Mommy,” Arya piped up suddenly, her wide eyes blinking at me. “Daddy said he’s taking us to school today.”The fork slipped from my hand, clattering against my plate. My heart clenched in my chest, and for a brief, foolish moment, I thought perhaps I had misheard.“What did you say?” I asked gently, though my voice felt taut, stretched too thin.“Daddy said he’s taking us to school,” Arya repeated with a smile, her curls bouncing as sh

Elena’s POVThe morning felt deceptively ordinary. The children had been dropped off at school, Elijah had gone to the hospital, and I had driven to the Oswald Hotel with a sense of grim determination.My mind was still replaying Arya’s quiet sadness because Damien hadn’t been the one to bring her in. That image, her little lips pressed together, her bright eyes dim, stayed with me as I pulled into the parking lot.I needed work to distract me. Numbers, staff reports, occupancy rates, food-and-beverage charts, anything that would pull me away from the weight of the past, the gnawing ache of my children’s disappointment, and the storm Damien had dragged back into our lives.But the moment I walked into the hotel lobby, something was off.Heads turned. Conversations quieted. Staff who usually greeted me with polite nods seemed suddenly stiff, whispering behind their hands as I walked by. It wasn’t subtle. I felt their eyes on me, assessing, gossiping, dissecting.I held my head high and

Damien’s POVThe wheels of the jet touched down in Westmere with a soft thud, and I glanced at the clock on my phone the moment the seatbelt light dimmed. One hour. That was all the time left until school closed.One hour to get to my children before they walked out of that building with expectant eyes searching for me, or worse, without expecting me at all.I cursed under my breath, collected my things, and strode down the aisle. The driver was already waiting, the black sedan pulled up at the foot of the tarmac. My phone buzzed in my hand, and when I saw the caller ID, I felt a pang of guilt.“Mother,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady.“You haven’t been to the hospital,” she said, no greeting, just worry laced with the familiar authority in her tone.“I know,” I said quickly. “I had to fly to Evercrest. Board meeting. It couldn’t be avoided.”There was silence on the line, then a sigh.“But you’re back now?”“Yes,” I replied. “I’ll come by the hospital after I’ve seen the c

Damien’s POVThe moment Elena answered her phone, her tone softened in a way I hadn’t heard in years. The tiny lilt in her voice, the soft giggle that slipped through her lips, it stabbed at me like a blade. I didn’t have to ask who was on the other end. I knew. Ethan Oswald.Jealousy burned in my chest, hot and unyielding. I forced myself to stay focused on the tomatoes I was slicing, pressing the knife harder than I should have against the cutting board. She didn’t even notice me looking at her; she was too engrossed in that damn phone call. My jaw clenched, and I swallowed down the bitter taste of rage.When she finally hung up, she slipped the phone into her pocket and avoided my eyes. “He just… wanted to check in,” she said vaguely, as if she owed me an explanation.I gave her nothing in return, not a word, just a short nod. I had no right to demand explanations. Yet the thought of Ethan calling her in her own kitchen while I stood here nearly drove me insane. I could now underst