Semua Bab Winning Back My Pregnant Wife: Bab 31 - Bab 40

GenevieveGenevieve sat on the edge of the leather sofa, her fingers tight around a glass of gin. The penthouse was quiet, the kind of expensive silence that usually made her feel powerful, but tonight it just felt empty. She watched the digital clock on the oven across the open-plan room. 1:42 AM. The elevator finally chimed, and the doors slid open directly into the foyer. Julian walked in, his tie pulled loose and his suit jacket slung over one shoulder. He looked exhausted, his face was solemn. He didn’t look like the man who ran an empire; he looked like he’d been beaten down."Julian?" she said, standing up. She adjusted the silk of her robe, trying to look composed, like the woman he used to be obsessed with. "You’re late. I was starting to get worried."He didn’t even look at her. He walked straight to the marble console and dropped his keys and cufflinks. The gold links made a sharp, metallic sound against the stone. "The Kane merger was a mess. Go to bed, Genevieve.""I wai

Sarah"The core issue with the silt buildup near the eastern pier is the seasonal current, which means the dredging schedule has to be aggressive in the first quarter," Sarah said, her voice steady despite the fact that she was currently the only person in the room without a Sterling or Kane bloodline to back her up.Marcus had bailed ten minutes before the meeting started. His text was short and typical for him, claiming an unforeseen complication with the Laos accounts that required his immediate attention. It left Sarah at the head of the long obsidian table, staring down a dozen engineers, two lead surveyors, and Julian Sterling.She kept her focus on the blueprints spread out in front of her. She pointed to the environmental impact reports, trying to ignore the weight of Julian’s stare. He wasn’t even pretending to look at the slides the lead engineer was flicking through. He was leaning back in his chair, his hands folded over his stomach, watching her. Every time she looked up

JulianThe sun was already baking the turf at the Club, but Julian didn't care. He enjoyed the heat; it provided a physical distraction from the pressure mounting in his chest. It felt as though a hydraulic press was slowly closing in on his lungs, turning every breath into a chore."You're standing too far from the ball," Dominic said, his voice flat. He didn't even look up as he meticulously cleaned the face of his iron with a towel. "You've been playing like shit since the third hole, Julian. Get your head in the space or let’s just go to the bar."Julian didn't answer him. He couldn't. He adjusted his grip, his knuckles straining against the leather of his glove, and took a swing. He put everything he had into it—all the frustration, the confusion, and the sheer exhaustion of the last forty-eight hours. The club sliced through the air with far more aggression than technique. Predictably, the ball hooked hard to the left, appearing as a mere white speck before disappearing into the

MarcusMarcus grunted, his fingers aching from the force he was using to white-knuckle the steering wheel. The windshield wipers were swiping in a frantic, rapid rhythm, but they were losing the battle against the thick snow flurries dumping from the sky. The world beyond the hood of the SUV had dissolved into a blinding, monochromatic haze.“Marcus, I think we should pull off at the next exit.”He didn't look at her. He couldn't afford to take his eyes off the road for even a second. “We’ll be out of the snow soon,” he answered, his voice tight.He could feel her nervousness vibrating in the seat next to him. In hindsight, he knew he should have accepted the invitation to stay at the investor's residence. The man had just agreed to pump enough capital into the firm to streamline a development that had been Marcus’s obsession for two years. It was a massive win, but his pride had gotten in the way.He had hated the way the man’s son looked at Sarah. The kid had watched her with a hung

MarcusMarcus stomped back to the SUV, the biting wind chasing him until he managed to haul the driver’s side door shut. He exhaled sharply, relishing the immediate, albeit fading, warmth of the interior.“How sure are you that there’s a town near?” he asked, his voice rough.He watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was picking at her cuticles—a nervous habit he had memorized over the last few months. If he wasn't so blinded by rage at his own colossal stupidity for putting them in this position, he might have reached over to steady her. Instead, he stayed pinned to his side of the seat, stewing in a toxic mixture of regret and irritation.“I mean, it was an exit where I think it said something about a town called Sutton Mountain or something like that,” Sarah said, her voice small. “Surely there’s businesses? I think…”“You *think*?”“Yes, Marcus, I think. The sign made it seem like there is, but I don’t want to say I’m totally confident in that.”Marcus let out a sharp, angr