All Chapters of Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Aria POV I got home and locked the door behind me like the world was chasing me. I dropped my bag on the couch and stood in the middle of the living room, staring at nothing in particular. The silence of the apartment pressed against my ears. My mind replayed the receptionist’s controlled smile, the untouched calm of that office, the impossible price tag. Five thousand dollars per day. Per day. I laughed once. Sharp. Dry. “I’m definitely not paying that.” No. If that place was hiding Evelyn, then money was their gate. Which meant I needed another door. I kicked off my shoes and began pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth. My brain started reshaping possibilities the way writers restructure a messy draft. Entry points. Weak spots. Human error. Security gaps. There had to be a way in. There was always a way in. A name suddenly surfaced in my mind. Someone powerful. Someone connected. Someone who could get me access with one phone call. I stopped walking. No. I i

Aria POVI woke before dawn.Not because of an alarm.Because of nerves.Sleep had only brushed against me all night, thin and restless, never settling.I sat up slowly.First, prayer.Soft whispers into the quiet room. Words steady, breath uneven.Then meditation. Five minutes. Maybe less. My mind refused stillness, jumping ahead, replaying possibilities, rehearsing disasters.I washed my face with cold water. No skincare routine today. No distractions. Just water and resolve.No medications.Baby, please cooperate with me.I needed my senses sharp.I dressed quickly, pulling on the navy blouse, the loose fabric falling over my stomach like a shield. Black trousers. Silent shoes. Cap. Mask. Gloves tucked into the tote.I looked at myself in the mirror.Someone ordinary looked back.Good.I grabbed the bag and left before doubt could negotiate with me.The morning air outside carried a faint chill. The city was only beginning to wake, streets stretching lazily into motion.I boarded a

Aria POVMy chest tightened as I read the message again and again.Was it coincidence?Or a trap?I paced my room for hours, debating.Ignore it.Decline politely.Accept and control the narrative.Fear argued with strategy.Eventually, strategy won.I would go.Leah helped me prepare.I didn’t tell her about what happened, because I don’t feel like it currently.She laid out five different outfits across my bed, adjusting fabrics, studying silhouettes, ensuring nothing revealed more than intended.We chose a modest elegant dress.Structured.Graceful.Controlled.She styled my hair simply, applied subtle makeup, stepping back with a satisfied nod.“You look composed,” she said.That was the goal.The studio lights were blinding.The set warm and polished, cameras positioned like silent observers.The host smiled warmly, cards resting lightly in her hands.“Let’s talk about your book,” she began.I adjusted slightly in my seat, folding my hands on my lap.“So,” she continued, leaning

Aria POVI did not sleep.Not really.I just kept rolling around in my bed.When I checked the clock, it was barely three hours since I had closed my eyes.My head felt heavy. My chest heavier.The room still smelled like the night before. Fear has a scent. Metallic. Suffocating.My phone lay beside me.Screen glowing.Missed calls.Messages.Notifications stacked like accusations.One name repeated at the top.Leah.Five missed calls.Then a message.Why did you log in again?Please don’t do that.I’m coming over.I stared at the screen for a long time.My fingers hovered above the keyboard.Don’t come, I typed.Then deleted it.Typed again.I’m fine. Please don’t come.A lie.A necessary lie.I didn’t want comfort. I didn’t want reassurance. I didn’t want someone looking at me with that careful pity people reserve for disasters.I needed silence.But silence was impossible.The world was speaking.About me.Without me.I sat up slowly.The room tilted slightly. The sedative still li

Aria POVLeah’s message came the next morning.Aria, we need to talk. ASAP.No greeting. No emoji. No softening.Just urgency sitting quietly on the screen.I read it twice, then again, as if the words might rearrange themselves into something kinder. My fingers hovered above the keyboard. A strange heaviness pressed into my chest, like something already knew what was coming.What could possibly be worse than yesterday?I typed back.Come over.She arrived an hour later.The bell rang once. Short. Precise.I opened the door slowly, still wrapped in the oversized cardigan I had slept in. The hallway light fell across her face first, then the rest of her.And for a moment, I didn’t recognize her.Leah was never careless with her appearance. Never. She was elegance stitched into motion, even on ordinary days. Perfect hair. Structured dresses. A quiet scent that arrived before she did. A woman who looked composed even in chaos.But the woman standing at my door looked… undone.Her blouse