All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY PREGNANT WITH THE BLACKWOOD HEIR: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SELENA’S POVHis gaze stayed on the watch, unmoving and unblinking, his breathing uneven, like he'd just run a marathon. For the first time since I'd met him, Alexander Blackwood looked shaken.And somehow, that broke something inside me.My chest tightened as I watched him. The way he stared at it, the way his whole world seemed to pause around a small worn photograph, this was how much he'd loved her. This was how much he hadn't let go.‘Grace.’The name echoed quietly in my head. How do I compete with someone like that? Someone perfect in memory, someone he lost, someone he still holds.Tears burned at the back of my eyes, but I forced them down and curved my lips into a small smile."Here," I said softly, extending the watch toward him. "You forgot it."His steps toward me were slow and measured, like each one carried weight. When he finally reached me, his fingers brushed mine as he took it, gently, carefully, like it was something fragile. Irreplaceable.Only then did I

ALEXANDER POV"Tell me about Grace."Her voice was soft, too soft for a question that could crack everything inside me.My hands slipped from her waist without permission from my body, like my control had simply been cut loose. For a moment I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe properly. Grace. The name didn't feel like a memory. It felt like a wound splitting open.My eyes dropped instinctively to my wrist… the watch. I always wore it, not to track time but because of her. The faint crack along the glass caught the light, and my chest tightened so hard it hurt. My fingers twitched with the urge to grip it, as though I could stop the past from spilling out if I just held on tightly enough.I couldn't look at Selena. Not because I didn't want to, but because I was afraid of what she'd see. What I become when I remember."Let's go," I muttered, my voice coming out lower and rougher than I intended.I turned and walked away before she could say anything else, every step toward the c

SELENA'S POV "No." Alexander's voice cut through the air, sharp, cold, final. The woman froze instantly, her excitement collapsing into stunned silence. Even the little girl went quiet, sensing the shift in temperature. Just like that, he was back. The Alexander Blackwood everyone feared. I didn't hesitate. "Ma…" I stepped in quickly, slipping my hand into his and squeezing gently, like I was grounding him. "We actually want to keep our location private, away from fans and all that." My voice stayed light, almost playful, but my eyes were pleading. Please don't escalate this. The woman blinked, then nodded, though I could still see the excitement bubbling just beneath her restraint. "Oh — yes, of course." "And I'm trying to keep my face from the public for now," I added. Her eyes went wide. "But why? You're so beautiful!" she squealed softly. I laughed nervously, glancing around. Please tell me she hasn't drawn attention. Alexander's jaw tightened beside me, he was already

SELENA POV"Adriana!"My eyes went wide the moment I turned and saw her fully."Selena…" Her voice came out low, like she didn't quite trust her own eyes."Adriana…" Mine matched hers, just as soft, just as disbelieving.For a second we just stood there staring at each other. Then she rushed me, her arms wrapping around me so suddenly and so tightly that the breath left my body."I tried calling .. I looked for you everywhere, how could you just forget me?" Her voice cracked against my shoulder, and I felt the warmth of tears soaking into my shirt.My chest tightened painfully. I lifted my hand slowly and placed it on her back, patting gently, the same way I used to when she was younger and the world felt too big for her. I didn't mean to forget her. I just didn't want her to see me the way I used to be.. broken, lost, barely holding together."I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean to disappear."She sniffled, pulling back slightly but keeping her hands on my arms like I might vani

SELENA POV He looked furious, not the usual cold, unreadable version of himself I had come to understand, but something sharper and deeper. His brows pulled together tightly, his jaw clenched so hard I could see the tension ripple beneath his skin. And his eyes were red. Not just from anger. From something broken underneath it.I took a cautious step toward him, fingers trembling slightly at my sides. "I didn't mean to — I—""Just leave."The words came out quiet and flat. He didn't even look at me. His gaze stayed fixed on the shattered frame on the floor, like I didn't exist, like I wasn't even worth his anger.My chest tightened painfully. "I'm sorry." My voice came out smaller than I intended."Leave."No shouting. No explanation. Just that one word, and somehow it hurt more than all the versions of his coldness I'd already learned to absorb.He walked past me without a glance, his steps slow but heavy, and dropped to the floor in front of the broken portrait, his hands h