All Chapters of Divorced With His Heir In My Belly: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[Sarah’s POV] Usually, this was my hour of stillness, the time when the house settled into a comfortable hum of clinking silverware and the distant, rhythmic lowing of cattle. But tonight, the air in the house felt heavy, displaced by a presence that didn’t belong. I stood in the doorway of the sunroom, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The furniture had been pushed to the walls to make room for a travel cot draped in a plush, pink cashmere blanket that screamed of Madison Avenue boutiques. Leena sat on the rug, her small legs tucked under her. She was clutching a ragged stuffed rabbit, her thumb hooked into her mouth. She wasn't crying anymore, but her eyes followed every shadow that moved across the ceiling. Across from her, seated in his playpen, Caleb was staring at her with an intensity that only a ten-month-old can muster. "She hasn't eaten much," Mrs. Gable whispered, stepping up beside me. She held a small plastic bowl of mashed organic peas as if it were a peace o

[Sarah’s POV]"I don't care what the invoice says, Arthur! We didn't order five tons of French oak if the cellar floor is still leaking!"My voice cracked across the courtyard, sharp enough to make a pair of crows scatter from the roof of the production house. I slammed the stack of purchase orders onto the stone wall, the paper stinging my palms. The numbers on the ledgers were drowning me.Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Leena’s tiny, haunting voice from the night before. 'Mommy says Sarah took the magic.'"Boss? You look like you’re ready to fire the sun for rising too early."I spun around. Big Elijah was standing by the equipment shed, his massive arms crossed over his chest. He looked as steady as a mountain, the only thing on this property that didn't feel like it was shifting under my feet.I gestured for him to follow me toward the secluded corner of the tasting room, away from the prying eyes of the seasonal pickers."Elijah," I said, my voice dropping to a low, jagged

[Tyler’s POV]The forty-eight-hour grace period Marcus had granted me to fix my mess has elapsed.As the elevator hissed open on the fiftieth floor, the air felt thinner, colder. I adjusted the knot of my silk tie, my fingers trembling slightly. I was walking into the mouth of the wolves bigger than I am, heading toward the boardroom to face the men who had spent the last three days sharpening their knives for my back. I had spent those seventy-two hours screaming into the void. My father hadn't replied to a single text. He hadn't returned a single call. The silence from the man was the loudest warning I’d ever received."Any updates?" I asked my secretary, leaning over her desk. My voice sounded ragged, even to my own ears.She didn't look up from her screen. Her posture was stiff, her professional warmth replaced by a clinical detachment. "Nothing new, Mr. Rider. But your father is already in the boardroom. They’re waiting for you."My heart did a slow, heavy roll. He’s here? The o

[Sarah’s POV]"Clear the room properly," I said.My voice was sharp, cold, and dangerously tense. "I want the suitcases in the entryway by 6:00PM. If Tyler isn’t at the gate to collect them, Dex will drive them to the city himself. I don't care if he drops them at a hotel or on a street corner. They are not spending another sunrise on this property."Marissa and two of the junior house staff stood paralyzed in the hallway. They were holding a stack of Leena’s pink cashmere blankets and a wooden puzzle set. They looked at me as if I had suddenly grown a second head."Sarah, dear..." Mrs. Gable’s voice drifted from the sunroom, fragile and trembling. She was seated in a chair, her trembling hands clutching a diaper bag. She looked older than she had that morning, shattered by the sudden, violent shift in the atmosphere.. "Leena is just settling here, getting to bond with her brother. Surely, whatever Mr Rider has done... The child is innocent."I didn't let her finish. I didn't even tu

[Sarah’s POV]The house felt like a morgue as I moved through the hallway with my shoulders squared. But the usual chatter, that had once filled these walls was gone. I walked through the kitchen on my way to the terrace, my heels clicking against the stone. Rosa was there, dicing onions. She didn't look up. She didn't offer her usual morning greeting or ask if I wanted a second cup of coffee. Her shoulders stiff, her movements entirely devoid of warmth.I hadn’t apologized yet. The words sat heavy in my throat every time I opened my mouth, but they refused to come out. Yesterday’s explosion still echoed in my ears. Part of me knew I had been too harsh. Another part, the raw and exhausted part that had been carrying too much for too long, still believed they needed the reminder. I turned and walked out, leaving the kitchen."You’re overthinking it, Sarah."I jumped slightly as Norman stepped out from the shadows of the hallway. He didn't look like the brooding, sulking man who had s