All Chapters of Pregnant by my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Aria POV Later that day, Leah moved fast once I agreed. I did a conference call with the lawyer, two lawyers joined. Dark suits. Calm voices. Gentle eyes that never lingered too long on my stomach. They spoke in measured sentences. Defamation. False publication. Burden of proof. Damages. I sat, hands folded, listening as they transformed my silence into strategy. “Everything begins with documentation,” one of them said. Every rumor was written down. Every broadcast timestamp recorded. Every article printed and highlighted in precise yellow lines. They replayed the radio segment. I watched their faces while they listened. No outrage. No emotion. Only calculation. They paused the recording. Rewound it. Marked another note. Evidence. Structure. Control. The legal notice was drafted that evening. I watched Leah read it aloud on the call, her voice steady, fingers tracing each line. A formal demand for retraction. A notice of impending lawsu

Alex POV It started with the headaches. Not the usual pressure I had learned to live with. Not the dull ache that came and went like a familiar guest. This was sharper. Colder. A blade moving slowly behind my eyes. Light hurt. Sound fractured. Even breathing felt heavier, like my chest had forgotten its rhythm. Akes had spoken carefully days earlier. His words wrapped in professional softness. Progression. Complications. We must monitor closely. Words that meant the same thing. The tumor was winning. My heart followed. It began with skipped beats. Then long pauses that stretched just slightly too far. My chest tightening without warning. My vision narrowing until the world existed only in a small tunnel ahead of me. I learned to sit quickly. To breathe slowly. To wait for the rhythm to return. Sometimes it did. Sometimes it didn’t. By the third day, even walking across the room felt like crossing a battlefield. My staff moved around me with careful silence. Doors o

Alex POVLater that day, The headquarters of my business auditorium had never been this quiet.Not because it was empty.Because it was full.Every seat was occupied. Every aisle lined with cameras. Tripods stretched like steel skeletons across the floor. Red recording lights blinked everywhere, no exclusives, no embargoes, no selective access. Every outlet. Every network. Every recorder running at once.No one would twist this later.I wanted witnesses.I stepped onto the stage slowly.The applause that usually followed my presence never came. What met me instead was something heavier, anticipation sharpened by suspicion.I felt it before I sat down.The pain.A dull pressure bloomed beneath my sternum, spreading outward like a warning. My breath shortened for half a second. I ignored it. I had learned how.The chair was already pulled back for me. Leather. Polished. Cold.As I lowered myself into it, the weight of the treatments around my neck shifted, the thin tubing hidden beneat

Aria POVLater that day.I switched on my phone and I did the only thing that felt possible.I deactivated everything.Instagram first. Then Twitter. Then every platform where my face existed, where my name could be spoken without my permission. One by one, accounts disappeared. Profiles vanished. History erased.I uninstalled the apps.The silence afterward felt violent.For the first time in years, the world could not reach me.And for the first time in years, I had no excuse to avoid myself.Without the noise, there was only truth.It came slowly at first.Then all at once.I began replaying everything.Meeting Ethan.The curiosity.The attraction.The mistake.Then his father.The first time had been chaos, confusion, anger, vulnerability tangled into something neither of us had named.The second time had not been a mistake.The second time had been consent.Clear. Conscious. Deliberate.I had chosen it.I had chosen him.Now I carried his child.A soft movement stirred beneath my

Aria POV Waiting is the cruelest kind of torture. The hospital corridor stretched endlessly before me, silent except for distant footsteps and the mechanical beeping behind closed doors. Time moved differently here. Slower. Heavier. Every second dragged like a punishment. So I did the only thing my mind allowed. I remembered. Memories came in fragments. The day I deliberately twisted my ankle in the office just to make him notice me. The sharp gasp. The dramatic fall. And the way he said focus on your job and stop trying to seduce me.Someone who was already in love with me already.Lols.The way he lose control whenever I am involved in any situation. I had never seen him lose control like that with anyone else. I remembered the tension between us in empty hallways. The charged silence. The way his gaze lingered longer than it should. The way he spoke to everyone else with cold authority… Yet softened when he spoke to me. The way he protected me. Defended me. Spoile