Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s Betrayed Bride: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

RILEY'S POV The maternity clinic always left me feeling strange. Not unhappy, not exactly nervous either. Just… aware.Aware of every small change in my body, the quiet miracle growing beneath my ribs. Aware that every appointment meant time was moving forward whether I felt ready or not.The afternoon sun was warm when I stepped outside the clinic, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder.Six months. The doctor had said it casually, like it was just another number on a chart. But to me it felt enormous.Six months meant my belly was no longer something I could hide under loose sweaters and careful posture.It meant strangers had started noticing the gentle curve beneath my dress, it meant this was real.I rested my palm lightly against my stomach as I walked down the street.“You’re getting big,” I murmured quietly.The baby, of course, didn’t respond. But somehow talking like that made everything feel calmer.The streets around the clinic were busy. Cars moving slowly through

RILEY'S POV The hospital air felt different once we stepped outside. Lighter and less suffocating.I hadn’t realized how tense I’d been until the automatic doors slid shut behind us and I could finally breathe properly again.Beside me, Aiden adjusted his sleeves, his movements calm but purposeful, like he was still carrying the remnants of worry for his mother.“She’s really okay?” I asked, glancing up at him.He nodded. “She will be. She’s stubborn, which helps.”I smiled faintly. “I noticed.”A brief silence settled between us as we walked toward the parking lot.“Ice cream?.” He asked.I blinked. “What?”He looked down at me, completely serious. “You need ice cream.”A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. “That’s a very bold medical prescription.”“I’m serious.”“I can tell,” I said, amused. “But I’m fine. You don’t have to…”“I’m not asking,” he cut in smoothly.I narrowed my eyes slightly. “That sounds suspiciously like you’re asking.”“It’s not.”I folded my arms. “I shou

RILEY'S POV When I came back, it was slower, like surfacing from deep water.Voices first, muffled then clearer.“…she’s coming around.”“Good.”Aiden, that was Aiden.I forced my eyes open, the light made me blink. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar.Not the shop, a clinic or maybe a small medical room.Aiden was right there, leaning forward and watching me like he hadn’t blinked in hours.“Hey,” he said softly.My throat felt dry. “…Hi.”Relief flooded his expression so quickly it almost hurt to look at.“You fainted.”“I figured.” I forced a smile.“How do you feel?”“Like I embarrassed myself in public.”“You did.” he said teasingly.I groaned softly. “Great.”“But you’re okay,” he added quickly. “That’s what matters.”My hand moved again, instinctively to my stomach. His hand followed immediately.“They checked,” he said gently. “Everything’s fine.”The tension in my chest eased instantly. “Okay,”That was all that mattered. I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them again.“Yo

ETHAN’S POV“You did what?”The words cracked through the room like a whip.I didn’t flinch or move. I didn’t even blink.I simply stood there, hands in my pockets, as my father’s voice echoed off the walls of the family estate like I had just confessed to murder instead of something far worse.Failure.“I divorced her,” I repeated flatly. Silence followed, heavy. The kind that suffocates.This was the first time I was letting them know about the divorce, because Riley would tell them if I didn't.I'd begged her to keep it from our families till I was ready to tell them myself. The case with Sofia had been one of my flings, they never took it seriously and still believed Riley and I were married.My mother sank slowly into one of the armchairs, her hand pressing lightly against her chest like she needed something to steady herself.“You… divorced Riley?” she asked, her voice softer but no less shocked.I nodded once.Across the room, my uncle let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “T

SOFIA’S POVThe music was still ringing in my ears when I got home.Bass, laughter, voices blending into one hazy, intoxicating blur that I hadn’t quite shaken off yet.I kicked off my heels the moment I stepped through the door, wincing slightly as the cool marble floor met my bare feet.“Finally,” I muttered to myself.My head felt light, not drunk, just loose. The kind of lightness that came from too much noise, too many people, too many distractions.Exactly what I had needed, exactly what I always needed. Because silence? Silence was dangerous.I didn’t even bother turning on the lights as I moved further into the house, already halfway to the stairs when…“When?” he asked.I froze.Dad's voice was calm, but deadly at the same time.My brows pulled together slightly. What now?I turned slowly, my gaze drifting toward the living room where the faint glow of a lamp spilled into the hallway.Mom froze. The question lingered, heavy and dangerous.“When did it happen?” he pressed.S