All Chapters of Pregnant For My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Best Friend: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

Sabrina’s POV.The elevator ride to the third floor felt like an eternity. The hallway of Tara’s building smelled like floor wax and old dust—a stark, gritty contrast to the leather and sandalwood scent that lingered on my clothes from Cole’s SUV.He will come for you.Cole’s warning echoed in my mind with every step I took toward the apartment. I tried to shake it off. I was safe here. Tara was my best friend, she was neutral ground. Leon wouldn't dare cause a scene in a public building.I reached the door and knocked, my knuckles barely grazing the wood before it flew open.Tara stood there, her hair messy and her eyes wide with panic. The moment she saw me, her shoulders sagged in relief."Sabrina!"I didn't even have the energy to say hello. I just collapsed forward, and she caught me, dragging me inside and kicking the door shut with her foot. The sound of the deadbolt sliding home should have been comforting, but the knot in my stomach didn't loosen."I’ve got you," she whispere

Leon’s POV.I slammed the front door of my house hard enough to rattle the frame.The sound echoed through the foyer, satisfyingly loud, but it didn't do a damn thing to quell the fire raging in my chest.I will bankrupt you.Cole’s voice played on a loop in my head. The arrogance. The audacity.I marched into the living room and went straight for the bar cart, pouring myself a stiff scotch. My hands were shaking—not from fear, I told myself, but from pure, unadulterated rage.I hadn't expected to see Cole there. I had only gone there to retrieve the watch Zara had mentioned Sabrina stole, and he stood in my way.Cole Lander was supposed to be my friend. My business partner. The man who stood beside me at my wedding. And now? Now he was standing guard over my useless ex-wife like a feral dog, threatening to destroy my legacy over a woman I had already thrown in the trash."Leon?"I turned to see Zara lounging on the sofa, her hand resting protectively over her baby bump. She looked be