บททั้งหมดของ ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Ariana’s POV Sleep didn't come but it kept circling around me, close enough that I could feel it, but not close enough to catch it.Alex was fast asleep. He always does when he has decided to trust something.I lay awake beside him, staring at the ceiling, every muscle locked like I’m bracing for impact. His arm was heavy around my waist, protective even in his sleep, and the weight of it feels like both comfort and accusation.Forty-eight hours, now thirty-six.My phone vibrated on the nightstand.I didn’t move. It vibrated again.Alex shifted, murmured my name half-asleep, his grip tightened slightly like he was trying to hold himself to me. I waited until his breathing evened out again before I carefully slid out from under his arm.My screen lit up the dark room. It was the devil, himself. DavidTick tock, Bitch. You really think ignoring me would make this go away?My stomach dropped so hard it feels like it might tear something inside me.I turned my back to the bed, watching A

Ariana’s POVI froze when I heard the bell above the café door jingle. My chest thudded against my ribs, but I forced myself to stay seated. David’s hand lingered a little too long near mine, and his eyes were bright, unfocused, like someone who hadn’t slept in days or hours.“You’re tense,” he said, his voice low, slow, deliberate. “Relax, Ariana. You’re gorgeous, always have been. Still… irresistible.”I pulled my hand back, tucked it under my coat. “David, stop.”He smirked, leaned back in his chair, the faint smell of something sharp on his clothes. “Come on, I’m just talking. No need to be all… uptight with me. I could make it fun again. You know, like before. Remember that night?”I clenched my jaw. “I don’t want to talk about the past or… whatever this is.”“Oh, it’s more than talking,” he said, his grin widening, “but you always did like to play hard to get. Still… you don’t know how much I’ve missed…” His words trailed off, and I could see the dangerous edge behind his dru

Alex’s POV The hospital smelled like antiseptic and blood. I hated both.Ariana sat beside me, fingers twisted together in her lap, eyes fixed on the nurse behind the desk like she was waiting for a verdict. I kept my arm close to hers, not touching, just there, so she knew I wasn’t going anywhere.“We’re here to ask about paternity testing,” I said.The nurse glanced between us. “Okay? Where is the child in question?”“Hm, he or she has not been born yet.” Ariana steps in and the nurse nodded. “Okay, How far along are you?”“About three months,” Ariana answered.The nurse nodded once. “Okay. Then I’ll be honest with you upfront—there are limits at this stage.”I leaned forward. “Explain.”“There are non-invasive prenatal paternity tests,” she said. “They involve a blood draw from the mother and a cheek swab from the alleged father. But they’re usually recommended later, closer to ten weeks minimum fetal DNA presence and even then, reliability improves after that.”Ariana swallowe

Ariana’s POV The drive back from the carnival was quieter than the ride there, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt… heavy. Like something had shifted and neither of us wanted to be the first to name it out loud.Streetlights slid across the windshield in soft blurs while Alex drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely on the console between us. Our fingers brushed once, twice. Each time, my pulse jumped.I kept replaying the kiss in my head. The way it had started slowly and ended suddenly. The way it had felt less like a spark and more like a slow, inevitable burn.“Do you want to come up?” he asked as we pulled into the underground parking of his building.The question was simple, but there was something beneath it.“Yes,” I said, before fear could catch up.The elevator ride was quiet, the soft instrumental music doing nothing to calm my nerves. I watched the numbers climb, my reflection in the mirrored wall looking different somehow.When the doors opened to his

Alex’s POV Ethan showed up at my office the next morning without calling, which was how I knew something was wrong or he had sensed that something was.He closed the door behind him and took one look at my face. “You look like hell.”“Good morning to you too,” I said, leaning back in my chair.“You didn’t sleep,” he said. It wasn’t a question.I didn’t deny it. “Coffee?”He shook his head and dropped into the chair across from me. “Okay. What happened?”I stared at the city through the glass wall for a moment longer than necessary. “My mother happened.”Ethan exhaled slowly. “That bad?”“Worse.”He waited. He always did.“I told Ariana how I feel,” I said finally.That got his attention. “You actually said it?”“Yes.”“And?” “And I meant it,” I said. “Which complicates everything.”Ethan leaned forward. “Because of the contract?”“Because I don’t want it anymore,” I said flatly.His eyebrows lifted. “Alex”“I know,” I cut in. “I know the implications. But I’m done pretending this is