All Chapters of Trapped as the CEO'S ex-wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW It had been a week now—seven whole days—and still no sign of Morgan since that slap. I honestly didn’t know whether to feel guilty or relieved. Maybe both. Felix had been acting strange too, tightening security around the mansion as if we were expecting an ambush. He said something about Stephan trying to get in. Whatever that meant.I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to.All I wanted at that moment was my burrito. I was curled up on the couch, munching on the last piece and sipping from a cold bottle of juice. It was delicious—too delicious, actually—and I hated how comforting food had become lately.Lately, it felt like I was always eating. Always hungry.“Maria,” I called, turning toward the maid. “Can you get me another one? And please hurry, I feel like I could eat a horse.”She smiled softly. “Of course, ma’am,” she said, and hurried off.Felix had been home most of the week, but I had avoided him like the plague. I’d find excuses to leave the room whenever he

ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW I regretted coming the moment I stepped into the dining hall. The chandelier above shimmered like gold dust, the tables were set with crystal glasses, and everyone looked perfect. Everyone except me.I had tried on six different dresses before settling for the gold fitted gown. It was the only one that didn’t cling too tightly to my stomach. I’d spent half an hour staring at myself in the mirror, turning side to side, wondering if anyone would notice. Felix had said I looked “stunning,” but his tone had been casual, distracted. Maybe he didn’t see it yet. Maybe he just saw Isabella, not the secret slowly growing inside her.But as I sat beside him at the long dining table, with Mr. Blake, his high-pitched wife, and half a dozen other business partners, I couldn’t shake the discomfort gnawing inside me.“So, Isabella,” Mr. Blake said after sipping his wine. “It’s been a while since we saw you. You look… different.”I smiled tightly. “Different good or differen

ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW The next morning, the sun crept through the curtains lazily, soft beams cutting through the quietness of the house. Felix had already gone to work. His side of the bed was cold when I reached over, and part of me was grateful for it. The silence gave me space to breathe again, even if it still felt heavy. I pulled myself out of bed slowly, my body aching in strange ways I hadn’t gotten used to yet. My reflection in the mirror stopped me for a moment. My cheeks were rounder, my waist a little fuller. I pressed my palm to my stomach unconsciously and sighed.Three months. I just had to survive three months.I walked down to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of juice. The maids had already started their morning cleaning, their polite greetings floating through the air. I smiled faintly, pretending everything was fine. But inside, it wasn’t. I could still hear Felix’s voice from last night echoing in my head—his soft tone, his strange mix of affection and con

FELIX'S POINT OF VIEW I came home that evening with one thought running through my head — Isabella.The meeting at work had dragged on forever, and I barely heard a word that was said. All I could think about was the conversation I needed to have with her. The contract between us was almost over, but my feelings had started to shift in ways I never expected. Somewhere between the arguments, the quiet dinners, and the silence that filled the mansion at night, I’d begun to care — genuinely care.I loosened my tie as I stepped through the front door, greeted by the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint smell of cinnamon from the kitchen. The house was spotless as usual, but unusually quiet. No music from Isabella’s room. No sound of her moving around.I was going to ask her if it was true — if she didn’t want this contract anymore. I wanted to hear it from her lips, not from rumors or assumptions.As I walked up the staircase, voices floated down the hall. Two cleaners. They we

ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. I sat on the edge of the bed, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, staring at the floor like it had all the answers. My body felt heavy, but my heart felt heavier.Everything that had happened the past few days played in my head over and over—Morgan’s shouting, Julian’s desperate confession, Stephan’s anger. Their words clung to me like thorns. And now, here I was.Alone.I realized something I didn’t want to admit out loud. Without any of them—without Felix, without Morgan, even without Julian’s confusing affection—I was a nobody.A nobody.No one wanted me. Not really. I was just a project to save or a toy to keep.My throat tightened as I whispered, “Nobody wants me.”The room felt smaller, the air thicker. I pressed a hand over my stomach, feeling the faint flutter beneath my skin. “Except you,” I murmured softly. “You’re all I have now.”Outside, I could hear v