All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alex’s POVEthan came to my penthouse mid-afternoon without calling first. That alone told me something was wrong.He didn’t take off his jacket or sit. He walked straight to the windows, looked out like the city had personally offended him, then turned around.“She’s impossible,” he said.I closed the door and folded my arms. “Good to see you too.”“I’m serious, Alex.”“I know,” I said. “You only barge in like this when you’re spiraling. Coffee?”“No.”“You are drunk anyway.”He ignored the cup when I handed it to him. “I don’t get her.”“Who? Lexi? You’ve said that before.”“And it keeps being true,” he snapped. Then he paused, like he realized who he was talking to. “Sorry.”I waited.“We spent the night together,” he said finally.I nodded once. “Okay.”“That’s it?” he asked.“What reaction were you expecting?”“Something,” he muttered. “Advice, judgment. A warning about Ariana killing me.”“That part comes later,” I said. “Go on.”He ran a hand through his hair. “Everything was f

Ariana’s POVIf anxiety had a taste, it would be the metallic tang sitting at the back of my tongue as Alex’s car pulled into my parents’ driveway.Nothing about the house had changed. Same porch, same wide windows, same unspoken rule that appearances mattered more than comfort.I’d grown up learning how to sit straight, smile politely, and swallow anything inconvenient.Tonight felt no different, except now I was pregnant, engaged, and walking in with a man whose name carried more weight than my entire family combined.Alex cut the engine and turned to me. “You okay?”I nodded automatically, then shook my head. “No, but I will be.”His hand slid over mine, warm and steady. “We leave if you want to.”That alone eased something in my chest. “Let’s get it over with.”Inside, the house smelled like expensive candles and roasted meat. The kind of dinner scent meant to signal stability and success. My mum had always been good at that…..curating an image.She appeared almost immediately, pe

Alex’s POV I didn’t go to NBN because I wanted to.I went because some lines get drawn whether you acknowledge them or not and I intended to make sure they were drawn where I could see them.The building rose out of the city like a huge obstruction. The glass, steel, the kind of architecture meant to project neutrality while quietly shaping opinion. I had been here before, years ago, when they still pretended to be interested in me. Back when the man at the top hadn’t decided that my name made for better for bad news than truth.I stepped out of the car and adjusted my jacket, the morning air sharp enough to keep my thoughts precise. This wasn’t a rage visit. Rage was sloppy. This was a visit with a purpose.Security recognized me instantly. That was the first thing that told me that I was expected.The elevator ride was silent, the numbers climbing too slowly. I checked my phone once, more out of habit than need. Ariana hadn’t messaged. She didn’t know I was here.That was intenti

Lexi’s POVThe bell over the door sounded louder than usual when I stepped back inside.Or maybe everything felt louder because my nerves were stretched so thin they were practically vibrating. The diner looked exactly the same as it had five minutes ago—same chipped mugs, same hum of conversation, same smell of butter and coffee but I felt like I’d walked back in carrying a secret no one else could see.“Everything okay?” Mara asked from the espresso machine, shooting me a look that was a little too knowing.“Yeah,” I said automatically. “Just… cold.”She raised an eyebrow but didn’t push. Bless her.I slipped back behind the counter and forced my hands to remember what to do. Pour coffee. Smile. Take orders. Move. Don’t think.Except thinking was impossible.Every time the bell chimed, my heart jumped like it expected him to walk back in. Every time someone said my name, my chest tightened. I nodded through a customer’s story about their dog like I was listening, but all I could h

Lexi’s POVI went to Ariana’s apartment the morning after the fundraiser.I told myself it was coincidence, that I just needed coffee that didn’t come from the diner or a room that smell like espresso and burnt pastries. But the truth was simpler. I needed to say Ethan’s name out loud to someone who wouldn’t flinch.Ariana opened the door barefoot, hair pulled into a loose knot, phone in her hand like she’d been mid-text.“You look like you’re carrying something,” she said instead of hello.I stepped inside. “I am.”She set her phone down and nodded toward the couch. “You want to talk about it?”I sat, wrapping my hands around the mug she handed me a minute later. I didn’t rush. Ariana was good at waiting without making it feel like she is pressuring me.“I saw Ethan last night,” I said finally.Her eyebrows lifted, but she didn’t interrupt.“He came to the fundraiser,” I continued. “He didn’t corner or push. He just… showed up and left space.”“That sounds very un-Ethan,” she said c