All Chapters of When Love Turns into Betrayal : Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

I'm twelve weeks pregnant when I see him.The first trimester is almost over. Morning sickness is fading. I'm finally starting to believe this is real, that I'm actually having a baby. That I'm going to be a mother.I'm at a coffee shop in Chelsea, meeting a potential foundation donor. Running five minutes early, which never happens, so I decide to wait outside.And that's when I see him.Ethan.Walking down the street. Older. Grayer. Wearing clothes I don't recognize. But unmistakably him.My body reacts before my brain catches up. Heart racing. Hands shaking. Breath catching. Fight or flight kicking in even though I'm not in danger. Haven't been in danger from him in years.He hasn't seen me yet. I could leave. Could go inside. Could avoid this entire encounter.But I don't. I stay. Plant my feet. Watch him approach.When he's twenty feet away, he sees me. Stops walking. Stands there on the sidewalk while pedestrians flow around him like water around a stone."Violet," he says. Not

The envelope sits on my desk like a loaded gun.Cream paper. Gold wax seal. My name in calligraphy that probably cost more than my first car. I've been staring at it for three hours now, watching the afternoon light shift across the glass surface of my desk, catching the edges, making it look almost innocent.It's not.My assistant knew. The way she set it down this morning, careful, like it might detonate. "This came in the morning mail," she'd said, not quite meeting my eyes. Charlotte's good at reading situations. She's had to be, working for me.I reach for it. Pull back. My hand hovers in the space between us, me and this thing that shouldn't have the power to make my stomach clench like this.I'm seven months pregnant. Running a billion-dollar firm. I faced down Ethan in a coffee shop six weeks ago and didn't fall apart. This should be nothing.But it's not nothing."You planning to open that or just keep having a staring contest with it?"I jump. Harper's leaning in my doorway,

Lily turns one on a Tuesday, and our penthouse is chaos in the best possible way.Balloons everywhere. Purple and gold because apparently that's her favorite color combination, though how a one-year-old has opinions about color schemes is beyond me. Harper's in the kitchen arguing with the caterer about whether the cake needs to be organic and gluten-free. Marcus is trying to hang a banner that keeps falling. Jordan's on the floor with Lily, letting her grab his glasses and laughing every time she succeeds."She's going to break those." I'm holding a tray of cupcakes, watching them."Let her." Jordan grins up at me. "She's the birthday girl. She gets whatever she wants."Lily shrieks with joy, waving the glasses around like a trophy. She's wearing a little purple dress that she'll probably destroy within the hour. There's already frosting on her collar from the taste test earlier. Her dark hair, so much of it for a one-year-old, is in two tiny pigtails that Liam insisted on doing hims