All Chapters of Divorced With His Heir In My Belly: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

I was immediately greeted by the rich, savory aroma of roasting garlic and rosemary when I pushed the door open. Mae was standing at the massive marble island, her hands dusted with flour as she expertly kneaded a mound of fresh dough. Rosa was sitting on one of the tall velvet barstools, a steaming mug of tea cupped in her hands, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone.The moment the doors swung shut behind me, both women looked up."Well, look who it is," Rosa grinned, her dark eyes instantly lighting up with mischievous energy. She took one look at my tailored emerald suit and the lingering smirk on my face. "You look entirely too pleased with yourself for a woman who just spent the entire afternoon swimming with corporate sharks. Drink?""Wine, please. The biggest glass we own," I said, dropping my leather tote onto a vacant stool and sinking into the one beside it. I let out a long, dramatic sigh, kicking off my heels and letting my toes sink into the heated stone floor.Mae

[SARAH]The flight from New York to Madrid was a nine-hour blur of high-altitude turbulence, endless cups of black coffee, and thick stacks of heavily redacted financial dossiers. By the time our black, armored town car finally glided to a halt in front of the sweeping, illuminated stone facade of the Hotel Ritz Madrid, the exhaustion was sitting deep and heavy in my bones.The warm, fragrant Spanish night air wrapped around us the second the chauffeur opened my door. It smelled faintly of citrus, old stone, and expensive exhaust. We were exactly twenty-four hours out from the board meeting. Twenty-four hours before Tyler dropped the guillotine on Miller’s career and assumed direct control of the European division. The stakes were astronomical, but as I stood on the cobblestone driveway and looked up at the towering, opulent hotel, the corporate espionage briefly faded into the background, completely overshadowed by the sheer, magnetic reality of the man standing beside me.Tyler look

[TYLER]I stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, watching Sarah sleep. She was buried beneath the heavy gold silk sheets, the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of her shoulders the only movement in the dimly lit room. She looked entirely at peace, her dark hair fanning out across the white pillows. She had fought me on letting me take the couch, insisting the bed was large enough for us to stay on our respective sides, but the moment her head had hit the mattress, exhaustion had pulled her under.I envied her ability to shut pressure off and act unbothered. My mind, on the other hand, was a violent, churning machine. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was what was going to happen tomorrow. The reason we are in Spain. A familiar, dark pressure began to build behind my ribs. The destructive itch that always preceded a corporate slaughter. I needed to get out of the room before the restless energy radiating off me woke her up.I slipped my suit jacket back on over my untucke

[SARAH’S]We didn't pull up to the main entrance. At Tyler’s quiet directive, the chauffeur bypassed the bustling front plaza and navigated down a ramp into the secure, subterranean executive parking garage."Miller’s car is already in his reserved spot," Tyler murmured, his dark eyes tracking a silver Bentley parked near the VIP elevators. A cruel, humorless shadow crossed his face. "He actually thinks today is just another quarterly review.""He has no idea we’re even on the continent," I replied softly, adjusting the cuffs of my tailored white blazer. "Let alone in the building.""Exactly," Tyler said, turning to look at me. The absolute trust and partnership in his gaze anchored my racing pulse. "And we are going to let him dig his own grave completely before we push him into it."We bypassed the main lobby entirely, taking a private, biometric-locked elevator straight to the forty-second floor. We weren't heading to the grand, glass-walled boardroom where the European executives

The ride back to the Hotel was agonisingly long. Tyler didn't say a word. He didn't need to.I sank back against the plush leather seat, my pulse hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against my throat as I watched him. Tyler unbuttoned his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly onto the opposite seat, before reaching up to loosen his silk tie. He stripped it away, unfastening the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt, exposing the strong, tanned column of his throat.His dark, storm-filled eyes finally locked onto mine, tracking the rapid rise and fall of my chest beneath my white blazer."You are staring, Mr. Rider," I murmured, keeping my voice low and intentionally provocative, leaning just a fraction of an inch closer to him."I am marveling," Tyler corrected, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. He closed the distance between us, his large hand coming up to gently cup my jaw. His thumb traced the curve of my cheekbone, his touch compl