All Chapters of The Biggest Mistake, loving my Alpha husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rain poured heavily over the city that night. The cold wind blew through the empty streets as Annie walked slowly along the sidewalk, her mind filled with chaos. Nathan’s diagnosis kept echoing in her head. Leukemia. Every time she remembered the doctor’s words, her chest tightened painfully. Her son was sick. Seriously sick. And the only person who might save him… was the man she had spent five years avoiding. William Miller. Annie stopped walking when she reached the bright lights of a bar on the corner of the street. Music and laughter spilled out every time the door opened. For a long moment, she stood there staring at the glowing sign. She rarely drank. But tonight… Her mind felt too heavy. Her heart hurt too much. She pushed the door open. Inside, the bar was crowded and noisy. People laughed loudly, glasses clinked, and music pulsed through the room. Annie walked straight to the counter. “Whiskey,” she said quietly. The bartender glanced at her. “Rough day?” “You c

The Miller Group building was quiet that evening. Most of the employees had already gone home, but the lights in William Miller’s office were still on. Inside, the atmosphere felt heavy. William sat behind his desk, staring at the photo Annie had left behind. Two small children. A boy and a girl. Twins. His gaze kept returning to the boy’s face. Nathan. The child’s eyes were sharp and calm, just like his own. William leaned back slowly in his chair, his fingers pressing against his temple. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath. But the more he looked at the photo, the more uneasy he felt. Could it really be true? Could Annie have been raising his children for five years without telling him? The thought irritated him. Yet at the same time, something deep inside him refused to ignore the possibility. A knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” William said. The door opened and Shawn walked in. He noticed the photo immediately. “So… she told you.” W

The air inside William Miller’s office felt suffocating. Annie stood frozen beside Nathan’s wheelchair, the fake birth certificates trembling in her hands. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. “This isn’t real,” she repeated, her voice shaking. “Someone forged these.” William’s face remained cold and unmoved. “You expect me to believe that?” he said sharply. Annie looked at him desperately. “Yes! Because it’s the truth!” Mia clutched Annie’s hand tightly, frightened by the raised voices. Nathan sat quietly in the wheelchair, his small body looking fragile. His breathing had become slightly uneven. But no one noticed yet. William crossed his arms. “For five years you disappeared without a word,” he said coldly. “And now you suddenly appear claiming I’m the father of your children.” He pointed toward the documents on the desk. “But according to these official records, Damian is the father.” “Damian is my childhood friend and their godfather!” Annie cried. William scoffe

The city lights blurred into streaks as William sped through the empty roads. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. Nathan. His son. Taken right in front of him. A cold rage burned in his chest, stronger than anything he had ever felt before. “Track her phone,” he ordered sharply. Shawn, seated beside him with a laptop open, nodded quickly. “I’m on it… she turned it off, but I’m tracing her last signal.” William’s eyes darkened. “Find her.” Across the city, in an abandoned warehouse near the outskirts… Nathan sat on the cold floor, his small body trembling. Selena stood a few feet away, pacing. Her mind was racing. Everything had spiraled faster than she expected. But she wasn’t done yet. She looked at Nathan. The boy was weak. Pale. Fragile. One push… and everything could end. But she hesitated. Because if he died too soon, William would never forgive her. No. She needed control. Leverage. “Don’t cry,” she said coldly. Nathan wiped

Three days passed after the incident. Three long, exhausting days. The Miller mansion remained tense, quiet, and divided. Mrs. Miller was still in the hospital, unconscious but stable. Selena had completely taken over the role of the “victim,” staying close to Mr. Miller and acting gentle, fragile… innocent. And Annie Annie felt like she was suffocating. That morning, Annie sat in a small clinic, her hands trembling as she held a white piece of paper. Two lines. Positive. Her vision blurred slightly. “Two weeks pregnant,” the doctor had said gently. The words echoed in her mind.Pregnant. Again. With William’s child. Annie let out a shaky breath, placing a hand over her stomach. So much had already gone wrong. Nathan was still weak. Mia was confused and scared. Selena was destroying everything. And now… This. A soft, bitter smile appeared on Annie’s lips. “Of all times…” she whispered.She didn’t tell anyone. Not Leah. And definitely not William. This was something she