All Chapters of Curvy Girl Returned With His Best Friend’s Baby: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jace’s POVI should have expected Derek’s interference.Men like him didn’t vanish when they lost. They lingered, circled, and waited for happiness to grow roots before trying to poison the soil. Still, watching his influence seep into Lana’s world quietly, methodically, lit something in my chest.It wasn’t just anger.It was a protective instinct.The kind that sharpened my senses and stripped my thoughts down to a single directive: protect.I stood near the glass partition overlooking the foundation floor, hands clasped behind my back, surveying the space like it was a battlefield. The usual warmth of the place, the laughter, the chatter, the easy energy had dimmed. Conversations dropped when Lana passed. Phones buzzed too often. People glanced at their screens, then at her, then away again.Derek’s specialty.He never attacked head on. He preferred suggestion and doubt. Letting other people do the damage for him.I pulled my phone from my pocket and scrolled through the latest pos

Jace’s POVBy the evening, Derek had escalated.The social media posts had shifted from subtle digs to overt insinuations. A meme here, a comment there, carefully crafted, designed to make anyone who didn’t know Lana well wonder. I scrolled through my phone, jaw tight, as each notification pinged like a warning bell.“Transparency is key, especially when children are involved.”“Interesting how some charities attract certain types of people”Every fiber of me screamed to react. To fire back, to call him out, to crush him where he stood. But I didn’t. Not yet.I slid the phone into my pocket and exhaled, counting to ten, twenty, thirty. Strategy, protection, and calm. That’s what Lana needed. That’s what Ethan needed. Reacting in anger would only give Derek the leverage he wanted.I let my gaze fall across the foundation floor instead. And there he was again, Ethan, bouncing a small foam ball, his laugh loud and infectious, chasing it like the chaos of the day didn’t exist.“Missed aga

Lana’s POVWeeks went by quickly, Ethan and Jace bonded well and our little family was happy and complete and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Jace wanted to drag me away from work and all the worry so we planned a trip together when Ethan’s school went on holiday.The holiday trip was supposed to be a sanctuary. A rare pocket of time where the relentless pressure of the foundation, the media, and Derek’s constant manipulations didn’t exist. I had pictured sun warmed sand between my toes, the sound of waves as a lullaby, and laughter shared freely with Jace and Ethan. It was supposed to be three days, maybe four where we could simply be us.But the moment we arrived, the illusion of peace fractured. Memories began to surface, sharp as shards of glass buried beneath sun bleached sand.I slipped out of the small beachfront villa just as the sun began to ascend, painting the sky with rose gold, and faint lavender streaks. The air smelled of salt and possibilities, the kind that made th

Jace’s POVBack home. To our busy jobs, the chaos we had left behind. Derek’s determination at destroying us still has Lana on edge and distrusting despite every effort I have made to keep her at ease. I am worried she isn’t telling me the truth but hiding something else from me.I visited her at the foundation, the room felt smaller than it should have. Maybe it was because of the weight of everything happening, the truths hovering in the air. Lana sat across from me, shoulders tense, hands clasped together like she was holding herself together from the inside out.I could feel the tension building between us, thick and almost suffocating. She was guarded, but fragile. There was a subtle tremor in her jaw, a stiffness in the way she leaned back, as though every inch of space I claimed encroached on her carefully maintained barriers. I could see it in the pauses, in the way her eyes darted away when certain thoughts flickered across her mind.I didn’t need to press. I had learned lon

Lana’s POVAfter Derek’s latest attempt at sabotage, the foundation felt like it was holding its breath.The air was tight with unease, the kind that slipped under doors and settled into corners. Volunteers whispered in low voices near the supply room, conversations stopping abruptly whenever I passed. Phones buzzed more than usual. Emails came in waves, some supportive, some cautious, some laced with thinly veiled doubt. Derek had not attacked outright this time. He never did. He preferred poison over fire, subtle lies planted carefully, designed to grow roots before anyone noticed.I sat at my desk with Ethan on the floor beside me, crayons scattered like fallen leaves across a large sheet of paper. He was humming softly to himself, tongue poking out in concentration as he colored a lopsided house with a bright red roof.“That’s a big house,” I said, trying to keep my voice light.“It’s ours,” Ethan replied without looking up. “You, me, and Jace.”My fingers paused over the keyboar