Betrayed by Ex, Married to Billionaire 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

The first rays of dawn slipped through the tall windows of the Arken estate, painting the room in shades of gold and amber. Aruna sat at the edge of the bed, her bare feet brushing against the cool marble floor. For the first time in months, she didn’t feel the weight of contracts, schemes, or expectations pressing down on her chest.> “Morning already?” Leonard’s voice came from behind, low and amused. He stepped into the room wearing simple pajamas, a stark contrast to his usual impeccable suits.Aruna turned, smiling softly. > “It feels different… lighter. Like the world doesn’t expect anything from us today.”Leonard walked closer, his gaze warm yet playful. > “That’s because it doesn’t. Today, we define it ourselves.”She laughed quietly, the sound mingling with the soft hum of the morning. > “Define it ourselves, huh? Sounds… exciting. And dangerous.”> “Dangerous?” Leonard raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. > “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call freedom danger

The grand hall of the Arken estate glittered with anticipation. Chandeliers hung like constellations from the high ceilings, their light reflecting off the polished marble floor. Flowers in pristine white and soft blush filled every corner, their fragrance mingling with the crisp scent of fresh linens. The air was alive with the hum of whispers and the gentle rustle of silk gowns.> “Are you sure this is ready?” Aruna asked, her voice calm but carrying a hint of excitement as she adjusted the delicate lace on her champagne-colored gown.Leonard, standing beside her, surveyed the hall with a meticulous eye. His tailored black suit made him look like he had stepped out of a painting — every line sharp, every movement precise. > “It’s perfect. Every detail, every moment. Today, it’s not just a ceremony. It’s a declaration — for us, not the world.”Aruna turned slightly to meet his gaze, her eyes reflecting both nerves and determination. > “A declaration… I like that. No contracts, no dea

The bathroom was quiet, too quiet.Aruna stood frozen in front of the sink, her fingers gripping the edge of the marble countertop as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. The early morning light slipped through the half-open blinds, pale and hesitant, illuminating the small white object resting in her trembling hand.Two lines.Clear. Undeniable.Her breath caught in her chest.“No…” she whispered, though the word carried no denial, only disbelief. Her eyes moved back and forth, reading the instructions again, as if the words might rearrange themselves if she looked long enough.Positive.Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, loud and uneven. For a moment, memories rushed in uninvited—loss, fear, the baby she had once been forced to bury in silence, the grief she thought she had healed from but never truly forgot.Her hand moved instinctively to her abdomen.It was flat. Quiet. Seemingly unchanged.And yet everything had changed.She sat slowly on the edge of the bathtub, th

“Aruna, stop. Don’t move too fast.”“I’m just standing up, Leonard.”“Slowly,” Leonard insisted, already at her side, one hand hovering near her waist as if the air itself might betray her. “Please.”Aruna exhaled, half amused, half overwhelmed. “I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”Leonard didn’t smile. His jaw was tight, eyes sharp, scanning the room as if danger could be hiding between the curtains and the quiet morning light. “You fainted once before,” he said quietly. “I won’t take chances again.”She let herself be guided back into the chair, her fingers curling around his sleeve. “Leonard,” she said softly, “look at me.”He did. Immediately. Always.“I’m okay,” she continued. “The doctor said everything is fine. The baby is fine.”Leonard swallowed. The word baby still struck him like a fragile miracle, something too precious to say aloud too often. “For now,” he replied. “And it will stay that way.”Aruna smiled faintly, but there was worry beneath it. She could see it in him—the

Trust did not arrive loudly in Aruna’s life. It did not knock on the door or announce itself with certainty. It came quietly, in pauses between breaths, in moments when fear loosened its grip just enough for her heart to rest.The morning light filtered through the curtains, pale and gentle. Aruna sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on her stomach, the other gripping the sheet as if the fabric could anchor her thoughts.Leonard watched her from the doorway.“You’ve been awake for a while,” he said softly.Aruna looked up. “I didn’t want to wake you.”Leonard crossed the room in long strides and knelt in front of her, his eyes level with hers. “You don’t have to protect me from your thoughts.”She smiled faintly. “I’m not protecting you. I’m protecting myself.”He nodded, accepting the honesty. “What’s running through your mind?”Aruna hesitated. Silence had once been her shield. But silence had also nearly destroyed her.“I’m scared,” she said finally. “Not of being pregnant.