Semua Bab Pregnant For My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Best Friend: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Sabrina’s POV.“You’re not serious,” I whispered. My voice scraped against my throat, dry and coarse, as if I had swallowed a handful of sand. I couldn't even cry. The shock had severed the connection between my brain and my tear ducts. “Leon, tell me you’re joking.”Leon didn’t look at me. He was adjusting his cufflinks, looking into the hallway mirror as if checking his appearance for a meeting, not ending our marriage.“I’ve been seeing Zara for a while now,” he said. His tone was terrifyingly flat. No guilt. No stutter. “I saw her again when I went to London. We decided this was the right path.”Zara.The name landed like a physical blow. I hadn’t heard it in years, but I felt its weight instantly. His first love. The phantom that had haunted the corners of our marriage. The woman his mother never stopped praising—her elegance, her pedigree, and her womb.“She’s the one who’s pregnant?” The question left me before I could stop it.He finally turned to me. He nodded, a simple, shar

Sabrina’s POV.Seven days.I had been staring at the same water stain on the hospital ceiling for seven days.The doctors called it a recovery. They told me I was lucky to be alive, that the hemorrhage had been severe. But as I lay there, tangled in starched, antiseptic-smelling sheets, I didn’t feel lucky. I felt like a hollowed-out shell.Six times. That was the tally now. Six little heartbeats that had flickered and faded within me over seven years.Cole had been the one to hold my hand while the anesthesia wore off. Cole was the one who bullied the nurses into getting me extra blankets. He was the one who gave his blood when mine ran out on the operating table.Watching him sleep in the uncomfortable plastic chair next to my bed almost every day since I was admitted to the hospital, his jaw lined with stubble from days of neglect, made my chest ache with a different kind of pain—guilt.Because Leon never came.Not once. No flowers. No calls. Just an email sent three days ago, not

Sabrina’s POV.I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the hotel window. My head throbbed, a dull ache that pulsed in time with my heartbeat.For a split second, I forgot.Then, the memory of the previous night crashed over me. The whiskey. The tears. The desperate need to feel something other than pain.And Cole.I froze, turning my head slowly. The space beside me was empty, the sheets cold.I sat up, clutching the duvet to my chest, my heart racing. What have I done?Cole was sitting in the armchair across the room, fully dressed, watching me. He didn’t look triumphant. He looked worried.“You're awake," he said softly.I scrambled out of bed, grabbing my clothes from the floor, my hands shaking so hard I could barely button my shirt. Shame, hot and suffocating, flooded my veins.“This... this was a mistake," I stammered, refusing to meet his eyes. "You shouldn't have let this happen, Cole. You knew I wasn't in my right mind."He stood up, but he didn't come closer. "I didn't take a