All Chapters of TRAPPED AS THE CEO'S ex-wife : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lucian's POV Kristen finally left the office after Petra had gone home, muttering under her breath like she always did whenever that girl was around. “I swear, she irritates me sometimes,” Kristen huffed, leaning back against her chair. Her fingers tapped the edge of her tablet like it had personally offended her. I chuckled lightly. “She’s not that bad.” Kristen shot me a look, one eyebrow raised. “Not that bad? Lucian, she’s… she’s everywhere. She smiles too much. Talks too much. Laughs too loud. And that little giggle when you touch her hand—I swear it’s designed to make me mad.” I shook my head, leaning back in my chair. “You’re imagining half of it. Petra’s fine. She’s harmless.” Kristen rolled her eyes dramatically. “Harmless? The girl is a weapon, Lucian. She wields that innocence like a dagger. You’re going to fall for it one day and won’t even notice.” I laughed, but my mind wandered for a second. Petra was sweet, yes, but I had a mission. And Kristen… well, she knew

Lena's POV Jane stared at Marcus’s window for a long time. The laughter inside had quieted, but the lights were still on. Shadows moved behind the curtains, two figures passing by each other like nothing in the world was wrong. Jane’s breathing was uneven beside me. “Tomorrow,” she said suddenly. I looked at her. “What?” Her eyes were still fixed on the window, her voice tight with anger. “Tomorrow I end this.” I frowned. “What happens tomorrow, Jane?” She suddenly pressed both hands to her head like the pressure inside her mind was too much. “That’s it,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’m walking in.” “Are you sure?” I asked softly. She nodded, but a tear rolled down her cheek before she could stop it. My heart squeezed painfully. Jane never cried. Not like this. I pulled her into a tight hug before she could protest. She buried her face into my chest and suddenly the tears came harder, her shoulders shaking. “Lena…” she whispered weakly. “It’s okay,” I murmur

Lena's POV I slouched into the airport chair, my bag at my feet and a quiet hum of announcements echoing around me. Jane was beside me, tapping her fingers on her knee, staring at the floor with that same haunted look she’d been wearing since the Marcus mess.“You okay?” I asked softly.She didn’t look up at first, but then her eyes met mine, glossy and tired. “I’ll be fine,” she whispered. “Just… tired. Tired of everything.”I nodded, understanding all too well. I had my own storm brewing inside, but I couldn’t burden her with it. Not now. Not while we were supposed to be escaping all the chaos for a little while.“So… Florida,” I said, trying to bring some light into the silence. “Home, finally.”Jane’s lips quirked into the smallest smile. “Yeah. Mom’s gonna freak seeing me leave like this. But I need it.”I shifted in my seat, tugging my jacket closer around me. “Me too. I just… need a break from everything. From the company, from the headlines… from Lucian…” My chest tightened a

Xander's POV The hospital hallway smelled faintly of antiseptic and coffee. I leaned against the wall outside the consultation room, arms folded, watching the nurses move back and forth with quiet efficiency. The place was calm, almost peaceful, but my mind was anything but. Laney sat a few seats away from me, scrolling through her phone like she didn’t have a care in the world. She looked calm. Too calm. Which only made everything feel more complicated. The doctor had just finished explaining the prenatal checkup schedule and nutritional requirements. Standard things. Vitamins, monitoring, regular visits. I had already arranged for the best care possible. Private appointments, a personal physician, anything she needed. Not because I trusted the situation. But because if that child turned out to be mine, I wouldn’t allow negligence to

Lena's POV The night was heavy with rain, each drop tapping insistently against the roof, a rhythmic reminder of the storm outside. The kind of rain that made the world feel smaller, more intimate, and somehow heavier with secrets. I had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind a tangled mess of thoughts. Everything—the past weeks, Lucian, the baby, the distance from Xander, Jane’s healing, my own fears—was swirling in a storm of its own, almost louder than the rain outside. Mom had gone to the door earlier, her voice calm but firm, and let someone in. I hadn’t seen him enter, hadn’t even heard his footsteps at first, only the faint sound of dripping water and the rustle of his coat as he shook off the rain. Mom had offered him the spare room. A stranger. The thought made my stomach twist, but it was Mom. She never made rash decisions, and she’d clearly sized him up before letting him stay. It was late when I finally got up. The house was quiet, everyone asleep, and I wa