All Chapters of Pregnant For My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Best Friend: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cole’s POV.Waking up had never felt like this.Usually, my mornings were a military operation: alarm at 5:00 AM, espresso, emails, gym, office. Efficiency was my religion. But today, the sun was streaming through the heavy curtains of the master suite, lighting up dust motes dancing in the air, and I didn't want to move a muscle.Sabrina was asleep against my chest.Sometime in the night, she had migrated. She was no longer on her side of the massive mattress; she was curled into me, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder, one hand draped possessively over my stomach. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic, a soft sound that filled the silence of the room.I looked down at her. Her hair was a chaotic halo of dark curls across my pillow. Her lips were slightly parted. She looked peaceful—a stark contrast to the terrified woman I had carried out of the hospital just days ago.I moved my hand slowly, careful not to wake her, and rested it on her hip. My thumb brushed the waistband of

Sabrina’s POV.A blizzard had rolled in overnight, wrapping Le Nid in a blanket of swirling white silence. The world outside was a chaotic blur of wind and snow, but inside, the chalet felt like a suspended reality, warm and untouched.Two days left.I sat cross-legged on the thick rug in front of the roaring fire, the vintage Leica camera Cole had given me resting in my lap. Through the viewfinder, the world looked softer, grainier, and infinitely more beautiful. I ran my thumb over the leather grain of the camera body. It wasn't just a gift, it was a permission slip. A permission to see the world through my own eyes again, something I hadn't realized I’d lost until I held the weight of the lens in my hands.I adjusted the focus lens, framing the shot.Cole was sitting in the leather armchair a few feet away, reading a thick hardcover book. He was wearing reading glasses—something I hadn't known he owned until this trip—and a thick cable-knit sweater that made him look less like a bi

Sabrina’s POV.The fire in the master bedroom had burned down to glowing embers, casting long, dancing shadows across the ceiling.It was our last night.The suitcase was packed by the door, a silent sentinel reminding us that tomorrow, reality returned. But right now, the world was just this bed, the heavy duvet, and Cole sitting beside me.We hadn't turned on the lamps. We were sitting against the headboard, his arm draped around my shoulders, my head resting on his chest. We had been talking for hours—about small things, safe things—but the silence that fell now felt heavier. It felt pregnant with everything we hadn't said.Cole shifted, his hand tightening on my shoulder."I have a recurring nightmare," he said suddenly. His voice was low, vibrating through his chest into my ear.I lifted my head to look at him. His profile was sharp in the dim light, his jaw clenched."About the company?" I asked softly."No," he shook his head. "About a car. A black sedan on a rainy highway."He

Patricia’s POV.I sat in the center of the drawing room, a room upholstered in silks that cost more than most people earned in a decade, and felt the familiar, acidic burn of fury rising in my throat.I muted the massive television screen with a sharp, violent stab of the remote control.The image froze on the screen, trapping the moment in pixelated high definition: Cole, looking taller and more arrogant than ever, standing on the rain-slicked tarmac at LAX. His arm was wrapped protectively around that... creature. That pregnant stray he had dragged out of the gutter and draped in Lander diamonds.“We are very happy.”The caption ran beneath them in bold yellow letters. LANDER CEO CONFIRMS MARRIAGE: A RESCUE ROMANCE."Happy," I spat, throwing the remote onto the velvet chaise. It landed with a dull thud. "He’s dismantling the family reputation for a charity case, and the press is calling him a hero. They’re eating it up. Look at them."I stood up and paced the length of the Persian r

Leon’s POV.The sun was blinding as I stumbled out of the revolving doors of Lander Tower.I stood on the sidewalk, swaying slightly, feeling like I had just gone twelve rounds with a heavyweight boxer and lost by a knockout. Passersby in sharp business suits streamed around me, glancing at the disheveled man with the loose tie and the wild look in his eyes. Their gazes were fleeting, filled with mild disgust or total indifference.They didn't know who I was. A week ago, I was the King of this block. I had a reserved parking spot right in front. I had respect. I had a future.Now, I was... nothing.“You have exactly what you earned.”Cole’s words echoed in my skull, ringing louder than the traffic on Figueroa Street. He hadn't just defeated me; he had erased me. He had taken the woman I threw away, claimed the child I thought was mine, and dismantled my company piece by piece.The betrayal tasted like bile in my throat.For weeks now, I had convinced myself that I was the one who move