Lahat ng Kabanata ng Winning Back My Pregnant Wife: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

SarahThe blush creeps from my cheeks all the way down to my chest. I meet the eyes of my friends, unable to form words as I recount the simple sentence he’d written. How do only eight words have me wishing our party was already over and he was making good on his promise?“Is it romantic?” Winnie asks whimsically.My lips rub together coyly. “You could say that.”In one fluid movement, Emma leans forward and snatches the note from my hands. She quickly reads over the note, throwing it back into my lap with a loud groan. “I get hey you up texts and you get shit like this? Not fair,” she whines.Winnie grabs the note from my lap, doing it a lot gentler than our friend just did. Her cheeks get pink immediately as she hands it back, her eyes wide.“That wasn’t for either of you to read,” I murmur, pulling the present into my lap.“I’m glad I did. Next time a man sends me a dick pic as foreplay, I know what I’m missing out on.”I ignore the conversation between the two of them as I pull at

Christian Good. So far, so good with Genevieve. I have absolute buy-in. She’s entirely willing to go along with the ultimate play. I let the weight of the conversation simmer for a while. I don't want to hit her with the entire, intricate plan all at once and completely overwhelm her. But Gavin and I have put together a rock-solid initial outline, and it's time to test the waters. For one thing, the execution has to happen on Halloween. Between right now and November second, when Julian is scheduled to meet his high-priced lawyer to blow up the relationship, there’s no other day on the calendar that makes tactical sense. Today is Tuesday the twenty-fifth. Tomorrow or the next day—Wednesday or Thursday—is just too soon. I need more prep time than that. The weekend is absolutely not going to work either. Friday and Saturday nights are far too unpredictable, and based on my deep dive into Sarah’s public F******k page, she seems to reserve those specific nights for high-society outings

Genevieve GenevieveNobody pays attention to a woman in workout clothes, power walking through a wealthy neighborhood with her headphones securely on—even if nobody recognizes her, and even if she tends to pause on the sidewalk outside a particular house every single day.For men, it’s entirely different. Strange men who linger are instantly flagged as creepy, potential stalkers, or someone the neighborhood watch needs to keep an eye on. But a woman? A woman can walk a regular route every single day, and nobody will ever think twice.From what I can tell, absolutely nobody’s noticed me all these weeks as I've casually passed Sarah’s house. Sometimes I stop briefly—but just for a second—looking down at my phone as if I just received an important text that stopped me in my tracks. I’m just a harmless, ordinary female athlete, after all.Sometimes I drive by her place instead of walking, but a car is different. A car is far more noticeable, more likely to arouse curiosity in an exclusiv

Christian“What’s up?” Emily says, peeking her head into my private office on Thursday afternoon. “You need me for something?”“Yeah, come in a second, Em. Sit down.”She walks in, probably wondering what on earth I could possibly want with her today. I’ve asked so little of her over the months she's been here. She sits at the reception desk and answers a phone that hardly ever rings. She’s been present for a grand total of five meetings I’ve had with potential investors in this office—two of which were **Genevieve**. I told the others, who came after her, that my current growth fund was completely closed for the quarter, but that I’d be happy to talk with them when I inevitably opened my next round of financing.She hasn’t taken a single line of dictation—if that’s even still a thing in modern business. She hasn’t written a formal corporate letter or even made a pot of coffee for me. Most days, I’ve been paying this nineteen-year-old twenty dollars an hour, four hours a day, simply t

MarcusAs we climb the grand marble staircase leading into the venue, an immense wave of pride washes over me with Sarah secure on my arm. She is, without a single shadow of a doubt, the most breathlessly beautiful woman in this entire room. Tonight, I get to officially introduce her to the upper crust of New York society as my Wife. It doesn't get a damn bit better than this. Looking at her, I feel an absolute high that nothing could possibly ruin.Planning a high-profile engagement party in under a single week wasn’t ideal by any stretch of the imagination, but I refused to wait. I was entirely ready for everyone in our circle to know exactly what we are to each other. I was on cloud nine the exact moment she finally told me she’d be my girlfriend; it meant far more to me than I’d ever care to admit out loud, even to myself. From the very first moment I spoke with her in that awful, sterile corporate conference room in Los Angeles, I’d constantly told myself to remain cautious in th