Todos os capítulos de TRAPPED AS THE CEO'S ex-wife : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Lena’s POV When I heard Xander’s voice say, “Come in,” my heart fluttered. I pushed the door open, already preparing a smile for him. But the moment my eyes landed on the woman standing inside, my expression fell instantly. Laney. Uck. What was she doing here? She stood beside Xander’s desk, holding a file, her posture stiff and her smile overly polished. The kind of smile that looked practiced in front of a mirror. I glanced at Xander, and his eyes immediately softened when he saw me. He gave me a subtle look, a small signal that clearly said, I don’t know why she’s here either. That alone calmed the irritation rising inside me. “Miss Lena,” Laney said with a sweet voice that sounded anything but sincere. “Good to have you back in the company.” Her lips stretched into a fake smile. I tilted my head slightly and returned a polite expression. “Yes, that reminds me,” I said casually. “It’s Monday. Don’t you have stacks of paperwork waiting for you?” Her smile tightened. “W

Lena's POV The moment Xander’s car disappeared from my street, the quietness of the night wrapped around me like a heavy blanket. I stood in front of my apartment building for a few seconds, staring at nothing in particular. My body was tired, but my mind was restless. Too many emotions. Too many lies. Too many choices. I pushed out a slow breath and turned toward the entrance. “Lena?” I froze. That voice. I turned around and saw her standing a few steps away. Belle. She looked slightly uneasy, her arms wrapped around herself as the wind brushed against her dress. The sky above was dark and heavy, the scent of rain already thick in the air. “Oh, hi,” I greeted politely, trying to hide my surprise. She smiled faintly. “Hi… uhmm… are you staying around here?” I nodded. “Yes. I just got back.”

Lena's POV “Lucian, you really need to go,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm even though my heart was beating wildly inside my chest. He froze where he stood, his sharp gaze narrowing at me. “Why?” he asked, his tone rising slightly, irritation clear in his voice. I swallowed. His presence filled the entire room, heavy and overwhelming. It was like the air itself had grown thick, pressing against my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. “Are you expecting someone?” he asked suddenly, his eyes searching my face carefully. My heart skipped. I shook my head immediately. “No. No, I’m not expecting anyone.” He did not look convinced. His jaw tightened as he studied me, like he was trying to peel my thoughts apart layer by layer. “Then why do you want me to leave so badly?” he asked. The truth sat at the tip of my tongue. Because you make me feel trapped. Because I feel guilty when I’m with you. Because I don’t know how to face you anymore. But I could not say any of t

Lena's POVThe room felt suffocating. My chest was tight, my hands trembling as I pressed them against my stomach, as if holding the truth there would somehow make it easier to bear. Xander and Lucian stood on opposite sides of the living room, both staring at me, their expressions stormy and unreadable. The air was thick with tension, and the seconds stretched on endlessly.“Who… who owns the child?” Xander’s voice cracked, sharp and accusing, but beneath it I could hear the worry, the fear. He wanted an answer, demanded it even, but I didn’t have one.Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head, my lips trembling. “I… I don’t know,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. My heart ached as I realized how impossible this was. I had never felt so helpless in my life. I was caught between two men I loved, and now there was a life inside me that belonged to one—or maybe both.Lucian’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his fists clenching by his sides. His anger was palpable, but there wa

Lucian's POV I could not tell Kristen the truth. Not about Lena. Not about the pregnancy. Not about the storm raging inside me whenever her name was mentioned. So I forced my expression into something cold and indifferent. “I’m not involved with Lena, Kristen. Stop bringing up stupid accusations,” I said flatly. The lie tasted bitter, but it was necessary. Kristen tilted her head slightly, studying me with those sharp, calculating eyes of hers. She always watched too closely, listened too carefully. “Hm,” she hummed softly. “If she’s not involved with you, then it’s obviously Mr Knight.” That name. Xander. The sound of it made something violent coil inside my chest. My fingers tightened unconsciously on the steering wheel. “Shut up, Kristen,” I spat, my voice low and dangerous. “Just shut up or get out of this car.” She immediately raised her hands in surrender, leaning back against the seat. “Fine. I just wanted to check if you’d get mad.” She turned to face the window