All Chapters of From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

JULIA The message reached me in the middle of a conversation that had nothing to do with danger.Phoebe was halfway through a dramatic retelling of something trivial, her hands moving like she was conducting an orchestra only she could hear. I was laughing, actually laughing, the kind that loosened my shoulders and made the room feel warm instead of watchful.Then my phone buzzed.I almost ignored it. Almost.But something in the timing, in the way the vibration felt too sharp against the table, made me glance down. A message notification. Unknown number, but not entirely unfamiliar.I opened it.I don’t know exactly what Terra’s planning, but it’s public and soon. Be ready.For a second, the words didn’t register. They just sat there, black text on a bright screen, disconnected from reality.Then the meaning settled.My laughter faded before I realized it had stopped.Phoebe noticed immediately. She always did.“What is it?” she asked, voice softer now.I turned the phone toward her

MARCUSThe alert reached me before anyone knocked.It came through the secure channel that filtered noise from signal, the one reserved for information that had already been verified twice before it ever touched my desk. I was halfway through reviewing a shipment report when the notification appeared at the corner of the screen.Priority escalation.Subject: Terra.I did not open it immediately.Control is not about reacting first. It is about reacting precisely. I finished reading the line I was on, closed the document, then tapped the notification.A short briefing unfolded.Monitoring confirms subject pivoting strategy.Digital campaigns neutralized.Probability of live public disruption at upcoming high profile gathering: 78 percent.Recommendation: escalate countermeasures.I leaned back in my chair, letting the numbers settle into place. Not surprising. Predictable, even. Terra had never tolerated losing quietly. When subtlety failed, spectacle became the next weapon.The differ

JULIAI knew Marcus had already decided before he said anything.It was in the way he watched me during the meeting. Not obvious. No one else would notice. But I could feel his attention like a steady pressure, like he was counting every breath I took.I tried to ignore the nausea. I really did.But when the room tilted again and I had to grip the edge of the table for half a second too long, I knew I’d lost the argument I hadn’t even meant to start.The meeting ended.Chairs moved. Papers gathered. Voices faded.Marcus didn’t speak until we were alone.“We’re going to the doctor.”Not a question.I exhaled, already tired of resisting. “Marcus—”“You’ve felt sick for days,” he said quietly. “You’re dizzy. You’re exhausted. This isn’t food poisoning.”I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because the truth was… I didn’t know what it was. And that uncertainty felt heavier than any diagnosis.“I don’t like hospitals,” I muttered.He stepped closer, his voice softer but just a

JULIAAll afternoon I kept rehearsing different versions in my head. Casual. Calm. Straightforward. But every sentence sounded strange the moment I imagined saying it out loud, like the words belonged to someone braver than me.Mom arrived just before dinner.I heard her laugh in the hallway before I saw her, warm and familiar, the sound instantly loosening something tight in my chest. She always carried light into a room without trying, and for a second I almost forgot the weight of what I was about to tell her.Almost.When she stepped inside the sitting room, her smile widened. “There you are,” she said, opening her arms.I hugged her tightly, maybe a little longer than usual. She smelled like the same soft perfume she’s worn my entire life, and the familiarity nearly unraveled my resolve.She pulled back, studying my face the way only she could. “Okay,” she said gently, “what’s going on?”I laughed nervously. “Is it that obvious?”“To me? Always.”We sat on the couch together. My

MARCUSThe moment I left Augustus’ house, the gears in my mind shifted into motion. Not the slow, methodical movement I usually allowed, but a precise, urgent rhythm, each thought cutting sharper than the last. Julia’s pregnancy was more than news. It was a variable that altered the entire board.I didn’t feel panic. I didn’t feel fear. I felt the familiar weight of responsibility, that deep, instinctive drive that had made me survive and dominate in this world. Protecting her had always been my first priority, but now, it wasn’t just her life. It was her future, her child, everything she would become.I replayed the scene with Augustus in my mind — the father’s careful restraint, his unspoken affection hidden under years of neglect. Augustus had never been a man to act rashly. His surprise was genuine, his internal struggle almost visible, and yet I could see how fragile it made the situation. One wrong word from him, one poorly timed comment, and Julia’s peace could shatter before i