All Chapters of SHE WAS NEVER HIS MISTRESS : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ARIA’S POV I was thirteen weeks pregnant. The pure tiredness sat deep inside my bones, the kind of heavy exhaustion that no one ever really warns you about. The lift didn't work so I had to use the stairs. Every single step up the concrete stairs felt like lifting a massive weight. All I wanted in the world right now was to go into my home, kick off my tight shoes, and fall asleep for twelve straight hours.But the second I reached my floor, the exhaustion completely vanished into a sudden rush of cold, freezing fear.My front apartment door was standing slightly open. It was just an inch. It showed a dark, empty crack against the white wooden frame. I knew right away that something was terribly wrong. I never left my door unlocked, let alone open like that.I pushed the door open very slowly, my heart hammering furiously inside my chest.There I saw him. Dominic was sitting right inside.He stood up in the very middle of my small living room like he owned the entire place. He had al

ARIA’S POVThe paternity test was quick and clinical.We went together the next morning. Flynn drove his car, keeping his eyes on the road the whole time. I sat in the passenger seat with my hands folded tightly in my lap, trying to stay calm. My fingers felt cold despite the car heater.The clinic was quiet. It smelled like soap and meditation. A nurse took swabs from both of us, filled out some white paperwork, and told us the results would be ready in two days.We left the building without saying much to each other.The whole thing felt strangely ordinary for something that was so important to our lives. It felt like a normal doctor visit, not the moment that would seal our future.Two days later, I was at the gallery when the email arrived.The notification popped up on my computer screen, bright and sudden. I opened it at my desk with the office door closed so no one would walk in on me. My hands were shaking a little bit as I clicked the file and read the black words on the whit

DOMINIC’S POVI could not sleep again tonight.The large house that used to feel like something beautiful I had built and earned now just felt like a cold container I could not get comfortable in. The white walls were too close to me. The silence in the rooms was too loud.I sat on the leather couch with my phone in my hand, scrolling through the many photographs I had taken from across the street over the past few weeks.Outside the art gallery.Outside her apartment building.Outside the small coffee shop where I had watched Flynn walk her all the way to her car.I looked at the images over and over until my eyes burned, building a long story in my head about what was really happening between the two of them.The story made me angry in a way that felt right.It felt completely justified.I was drunk when I picked up my car keys tonight. I knew I was drunk.The dark green bottle on the kitchen table was almost empty now but the heavy thing building inside my chest had stopped asking

SIENNA’S POVThursday morning felt a little different. I walked into the office with a fresh cup of coffee in my hand and a light feeling in my chest. The grant I had written was already making a difference. The youth program had new supplies and excited kids. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was doing something good and productive with my life. I sat down at my desk and started organizing my notes for the day.Then I looked up and saw Daniel standing right there at my desk. He had a folder in his hands and a small smile on his face. My heart gave a little jump.“Hi Daniel. Good morning,” I said, surprised.“Hi. Good morning,” he replied. His voice was calm and warm like always.I raised my brows, waiting for an explanation.“Oh yes,” he said quickly, holding out the folder. “Camila asked us to work on something together for the new grant cycle.”“Oh okay.” I took the folder from him. “And um… I also wanted to say thank you for the tea and the flask the other day. It r

FLYNN’S POVI sat at the kitchen island at five in the morning, staring into my black coffee. I had not slept a single wink. I wanted to be alert in case Aria needed something. My knuckles were still raw and split from where I had hit Dominic the other night.The anger was still burning hot in my throat and that made me sick. I had gone to the office since she came two days ago. Today I was supposed to go to work as I had an important meeting but to be honest, work was the absolute last thing on my mind. I just needed to be ready for whatever she needed next.Then, I heard the faint sound of footsteps coming softly down the stairs. I looked up toward the kitchen doorway, and the breath left my lungs in a sharp rush.Aria stepped into the kitchen but she was not wearing her nightclothes. She stood there in nothing but a pair of tiny black lace underwear. The morning light caught the smooth curve of her shoulders, making her pale skin glow like warm silk. My chest tightened so hard it p