All Chapters of SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

FLYNN’S POV I walked out of the hospital into the pouring rain without an umbrella. The cold drops hit my face and soaked through my suit jacket instantly, but I kept walking. I needed the movement. My mind would not organize itself into anything useful. It kept circling back to that night on Hawthorne. The dim bar, the way the mysterious woman leaned in, the moment I realized who she was, but it was already too late to turn back what we had done. I had left before morning because staying felt like stealing something I had no right to. I told myself it was two lonely people finding comfort in the dark. I was wrong. Catastrophically wrong. I found my car in the parking garage. The driver had left it there on my command when I ran off. I sat behind the wheel with both hands gripping it tight. I did not turn the key. I just sat there, water dripping from my hair onto the leather seat, thinking about the life growing inside Aria right now. My child. Our child. The thought filled me with

FLYNN’S POVI sat at my desk staring at the same spreadsheet for twenty minutes. The numbers refused to make sense. My mind kept drifting back to the hospital room. When Aria said she was pregnant with my child. The thought kept circling, refusing to settle. It felt ironic in the worst way. Having a baby with the woman I had lost because I could not stop keeping secrets.I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus again. The screen blurred. I gave up and leaned back in my chair. What kind of father was I going to be? The kind who showed up but still made mistakes? Or the kind who tried to protect and ended up pushing people away? I did not have answers. I only had questions that made my chest feel tight.“Spill it,” I heard from across me. I looked up and there was Harrision. He came in like a ghost. “What is it?” I blinked, coming out of my thoughts. “What? When did you get in here?”“Just now. What is going on?”“Nothing.”“You can’t tell me nothing when I can see it written all over your

DOMINIC’S POVThe apartment felt too quiet tonight. I sat at the dining table with a glass of whiskey in front of me, still wearing the same shirt and tie from the office. The city lights glowed through the big windows, but I barely saw them. I had been telling myself the same story for weeks now. That Aria just needed time and Isabella had just interfered and messed everything up. If Isabella had not opened her mouth, Aria would have never left, she would still be here with me because she loved me. She had said it. I replayed those words in my head until they felt solid again.Professionally, everything looked perfect. I handled meetings well, I closed deals, people still respected me. No one at the office knew about the version of me that sat here at night with the lights low and the whiskey growing warm in my hand. I was very good at keeping the two versions separate.I picked up my phone like I did every evening. It has become a habit now. I typed Aria’s name and the gallery into

FLYNN’S POVI drove to Sienna’s apartment after work with my hands tight on the steering wheel. The rain had stopped, but the streets were still wet and shining under the streetlights.I had been thinking about this conversation all day. The one where I have to tell my sister that I was going to be a father. And Aria, my ex wife, was the mother. That everything had become more complicated and more beautiful at the same time.I felt a knot in my stomach, but it was not a bad knot. It was just the feeling of big things changing.Sienna opened the door with Catherine on her hip. The baby gave me a big smile and reached her little hands toward me. I took her carefully and kissed her cheek.She felt light and warm in my arms, smelling of baby soap and fresh clothes.“Hey, little one,” I said softly.Sienna smiled.“Hey Flynn, come in.”We sat in her small living room and Catherine played on the floor with her toys while Sienna made tea.I watched my sister move around the kitchen with the

SIENNA’S POV It was finally the D day where I got to Aria for the first time. On good terms I mean, not like the last time where she thought I was pregnant for her husband. I arrived at the small downtown coffee shop exactly twenty minutes early. My hands were shaking a little bit as I reached into my purse to pay the cashier. I ordered a plain chamomile tea, took the hot paper cup, and found a quiet table tucked away by the large front window. Catherine was back at the apartment with Rosa for the morning. Before leaving the house, I had changed my outfit three times in total as nothing I owned felt right. I desperately wanted to look like someone Aria could actually trust, not like the broken girl who had accidentally destroyed her entire marriage. I kept checking the front door every single time the little bell rang. My stomach was twisting in knots. This meeting could go so many different ways, and most of them were bad. Aria had every single right to still be angry with me.