All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Alex’s POV I had given hundreds of speeches in my life.In the boardrooms, at press conferences, emergency statements, celebratory launches—I knew how to stand straight, project calmness, and say exactly what needed to be said without revealing anything that could be used against me.None of that prepared me for standing backstage at the gala, fingers curled loosely around a glass of water I hadn’t touched, listening to the low hum of the crowd while my heart beat far too loud in my chest.Across the room, Ariana stood near the balcony doors, laughing softly at something one of the guests said. The light caught in her hair, the blue of her dress deepening as she moved. She looked peaceful. Like she belonged not just here, but anywhere she chose to stand.My chest tightened.This wasn’t a planned announcement or a strategy to get Victoria to back off.This was my life.My mother sat at the front table, elegant and composed, watching the stage with polite interest. My grandfather, bes

Ariana’s POV We didn’t plan the club night.It started as a joke in the car with Ethan saying something about needing loud music and bad decisions to process the life-altering announcements and somehow it turned into all four of us standing outside a private club downtown an hour later.Alex looked out of place in a way that made sense only to him. His jacket was off and his Shirt sleeves rolled, the watch still on. He had the same calm expression he wore in boardrooms, except now it was mixed with something lighter. Ethan, on the other hand, looked like he had been waiting for this all night. He was already laughing at nothing, already moving to music we couldn’t hear yet.Lexi grabbed my hand before we even got through security. “There is no need for speeches or pregnancy talk. Tonight we celebrate like normal people.”“I don’t think any of us qualify as normal,” I said.She grinned. “Exactly.”Inside, the music hit hard. Bass deep enough to feel in my chest and lights low. Ever

Ariana’s POV The bass thudded through my bones as I slipped out of the booth.“I’ll be right back,” I said, already standing. Lexi waved without looking up, Ethan was arguing with the DJ about a song, and Alex nodded, his eyes tracking me for half a second longer than necessary.The hallway to the bathrooms was quieter, the music muted by thick walls. The lights were dimmer too, softer, like the club didn’t want you thinking too hard once you stepped away from the chaos.I welcomed the calm.I washed my hands longer than necessary, splashed cool water on my face, and stared at my reflection. My cheeks were flushed, eyes bright. I looked…happy and unburdened in a way I hadn’t been in months.“Get it together,” I murmured to myself.When I stepped back into the hallway, someone blocked my path.At first, I didn’t recognize him. The smell of alcohol hit before his face came into view….then he smiled and my stomach dropped.“Wow,” David slurred. “There you are.”My body went cold, like

Lexi’s POVThe diner was already loud when my shift started. Plates clattered, the bell over the door rang every few minutes, and the grill hissed like it had a grudge against everyone in the room. It was a normal night. That was the problem. I needed normal.I tied my apron, grabbed my notepad, and told myself not to think about the club or about the way Ethan’s hands had settled on my waist like they belonged there or about the sparks that had startled me enough to laugh it off.I was wiping down a booth when the door opened again.The noise dipped, it was not quiet—just different.I looked up and I was shocked to see who it was. Ethan had just walked in.He didn’t look like he belong here. That was the first thought on every one’s mind. He looked too clean and expensive. His jacket alone probably cost more than my rent. He scanned the room once, found me immediately, and smiled like he’d been expected.Every head turned.A couple at the counter whispered. One of the regulars did

Ethan’s POVThe drive was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward.Lexi sat in the passenger seat with her arms folded loosely, her gaze fixed on the window. The city slid by with the lights sipping into the car. I could feel her awareness of it, the way her shoulders tightened the farther we went.I didn’t say anything or slow down. I just drove.When I turned onto her street, I felt it—the shift. They were older buildings with narrow sidewalks and too few lights. The kind of place people judged without ever stopping.She cleared her throat. “You can pull over anywhere.”“I’ll take you to your door,” I said.Her jaw tightened. “You don’t have to.”“I know but I want to.”That was enough to make her look at me. Just for a second. Something flickered in her eyes—relief mixed with embarrassment and then she looked away again.I parked in front of her building. The engine died down, silence settled.“This is me,” she said quickly, already reaching for the handle.I got out before she could stop me