All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alex’s POVThe phone buzzed on the console of my car, and I glanced at it, noting Ariana’s name flashing on the screen. I answered quickly, trying to sound casual, but the faint edge of concern in my voice couldn’t be masked.“Hey,” I said.“Alex… can you come get me?” Ariana’s voice was soft but firm, a little breathless, like she’d been holding something in. “I have my ante-natal appointment, and… I don’t want to go alone.”I didn’t hesitate. “Of course. Where are you?”“Outside the apartment,” she said, and I knew immediately she meant Ethan’s. I felt a twinge in my chest. Even though I hadn’t said much since last night, I couldn’t shake the image of him slumped on that sofa, a ghost of himself, barely recognizing the people trying to pull him back to life.“I’ll be there in five minutes,” I said, already pulling out of the garage.When I arrived, Ariana was waiting on the curb, coat wrapped tightly around her, her hair pulled back loosely. She smiled faintly as I stepped out, b

Ariana’s POVLexi picked me up late morning, sunglasses on, coffee in hand, energy already turned up to eleven.“We are going shopping for the baby,” she announced as soon as I buckled in. “No excuses and definitely no backing out.”“I didn’t say I would back out,” I said, smiling despite knowing myself.She raised a brow. “You looked like you might.”I laughed softly. Truth was, the idea made me nervous. Buying things made it real in a way the appointments didn’t. Still, I wanted this. I needed it as the baby would be here soon. It was just a matter of months. My phone buzzed just as we pulled into the mall parking lot. It was Alex. Use the black card. Please don’t argue. Get whatever you need or want for yourself and my child. I stared at the message for a second.“He did it, didn’t he?” Lexi asked.“He told me to use his black card.”She gasped dramatically. “Oh, we’re about to be irresponsible.”“I’m not irresponsible,” I said quickly.“You’re pregnant. That’s a free pass.”In

Ariana’s POVThe movie played in the background, something light and forgettable, the kind Alex liked when he wanted my mind off things. I was curled up beside him on the couch, my feet tucked under his thigh, a bowl of popcorn between us that neither of us was really touching.My phone buzzed on the coffee table.I glanced at it, expecting Lexi or maybe a notification, but Maya’s name stopped me.I didn’t pick it up right away.Alex noticed. He always did. “You okay?”I nodded once. “Yeah. Just… my sister.”That was enough to make him pause the movie. He turned toward me, his arm still around my shoulders. “Maya?”I picked up the phone and unlocked it. Her message stared back at me, polite and careful, like it had been rewritten a dozen times.Hey. I know today was awkward. I just wanted to say I hope you’re okay. If you ever need anything, I’m here.I swallowed.Alex watched my face instead of the screen. “What did she say?”“She was… checking in,” I said. “Says she hopes I’m okay.

Maya’s POVThe moment Ariana walked away, the air around the table shifted.It wasn’t dramatic. There was no raised voice, no slammed chair, no tears. The kind that settled into my chest and stayed there, heavy and suffocating.I stayed standing long after they’d left, fingers curled around the back of my chair like it was the only thing keeping me upright. Alex’s hand on her lower back replayed in my head on a loop. It was protective and possessive.The waitress hovered nearby, unsure. I waved her off without looking.So that was it.I had said the words, swallowed my pride, and apologized, but still, I was the one left sitting alone in a VIP booth while my sister walked out with the life everyone had decided should have been mine to comment on, speculate about, dissect.My jaw tightened.I hated that I’d needed this meeting and I had been the one to ask. Hated that part of me still felt like I had lost something, even though I was the one who’d pushed first.I picked up my phone, i

Alex’s POVThe city was quieter by the time we pulled into the penthouse driveway, like it knew better than to test me tonight.Ariana didn’t say much on the ride back. She leaned into the seat, one hand resting protectively over her stomach, the other still tangled with mine like she was afraid I might disappear if she let go. The hospital lights, Jerry’s voice, the weight of my grandfather’s machines, they all lingered in the car like ghosts.I walked her inside myself, ignoring the doorman’s knowing look. The penthouse lights flicked on softly, warm and familiar, but Ariana still looked shaken. She was strong, yes, but shaken.“Sit,” I said gently, guiding her to the couch.“I’m fine,” she tried.“I know,” I replied. “Sit anyway.”I kicked off my shoes, loosened my tie, then disappeared into the kitchen long enough to grab her ginger tea, the one she pretended she didn’t need but always drank. When I came back, she was curled slightly inward, like she was guarding more than just