All Chapters of Curvy Girl Returned With His Best Friend’s Baby: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Jace’s POVThat night, sleep refused to come.I lay on my back, one arm tucked behind my head, staring at the faint glow of the city filtering through the curtains. The room was quiet, but my mind wasn’t. It was crowded with thoughts of Lana, Ethan, and everything that stood between us and the fragile peace we were trying to build.The stakes had never been higher. I knew that with a certainty that sat heavy in my chest. Derek wasn’t just a problem anymore, he was a threat. A shadow that lingered at the edges of our lives, waiting for the smallest crack to widen into something destructive.And yet, despite all of that, I had never felt more certain of what mattered most.Lana. Ethan. Us.A soft sound drew my attention from my thoughts. I turned my head slightly and watched Lana across the room, seated on the edge of the couch with Ethan curled against her side. The lamp beside them cast a warm, golden light that softened everything it touched. Ethan was talking animatedly, his small

Jace’s POVBy evening, the tension with Derek hadn’t eased, it had settled deeper, like a bruise you only truly felt once the adrenaline wore off. He was careful, methodical. The kind of man who never struck head-on but preferred to poison the ground beneath your feet and wait for you to sink. Every interaction, every rumor, every calculated coincidence carried his fingerprints.And I hated that part of me that respected his strategy even as I despised the man himself.I sat across from Lana on one of the leather couches, a small round table between us holding two untouched glasses of wine.Ethan was asleep in the adjacent room, the baby monitor clipped discreetly to Lana’s bag. Every so often, she glanced at it, instinctively, the way only a mother could, half her heart always tethered to another space.I reached across the table and took her hand, threading my fingers through hers. Her skin was warm, grounding. The moment our hands connected, I felt a fraction of the tightness in my

Lana’s POVBy the time the final string quartet note dissolved into polite applause and the last champagne flutes were cleared, I knew deep in my bones that Derek had lost.Not loudly.Not explosively.But irrevocably.The gala hall still shimmered with warm golden light, chandeliers glowing like captured constellations above us. Guests lingered in clusters, murmuring approval, exchanging business cards, laughing softly. Everywhere I turned, I saw relaxed smiles, admiration, ease. The exact opposite of the chaos Derek had tried to stir.I stood beside Jace near the center of the room, my hand resting lightly at his side, my body angled instinctively toward his. He felt solid. Steady. Like an anchor I hadn’t even realized I had been searching for all these years.“You were incredible tonight,” a donor said as she clasped my hands warmly. “Both of you. Truly inspiring.”“Thank you,” I replied, smiling genuinely. “Your support means more than you know.”She leaned in conspiratorially. “

Lana’s POVEthan bounded into the office, backpack bouncing with every step, sneakers squeaking faintly against the polished floor. “Mommy! Look what I made!” he announced, his voice ringing with excitement as he thrust a small cardboard rocket into my hands.The rocket was crooked in the sweetest way, aluminum foil crinkled unevenly around the nose cone, red marker lines wobbling along the sides, and three fins glued on slightly askew. One of them was already peeling off.My heart swelled so suddenly it almost hurt.I set my tablet aside and knelt in front of him, brushing a curl away from his forehead. “It’s amazing, sweetheart. Did you build this all by yourself?”He nodded enthusiastically, chin jutting out with pride. “Uh huh! Well, Jace helped a little.”Something warm unfurled in my chest at that.I glanced up.Jace was crouched a few feet behind Ethan, one knee on the floor, the other bent, his suit jacket tossed over the back of a chair like he had forgotten all about it. His

Jace’s POVI couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted her.The realization settled in my chest with a weight that was both heavy and steady, like a truth finally given permission to exist. It wasn’t the sharp, reckless wanting of earlier days, the kind driven by hunger and impulse. This was deeper. Quieter. It threaded itself through every thought, every plan, every fear I carried.I wanted Lana as my partner. As my equal. As the woman who had already proven she could stand in the fire and come out stronger. And yes, as the mother of my son, the boy who had somehow rearranged my entire world without even trying.We were standing in the living room, the house wrapped in that rare kind of silence that only came late at night. Ethan was asleep down the hall, his soft breathing still echoing in my ears from when I had checked on him minutes earlier. The lamp by the couch cast a warm glow, softening the sharp edges of the day we had survived.Lana stood near the window, arms wrapped