All Chapters of A SURROGATE TO MY BILLIONAIRE EX HUSBAND : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Celye povThe paper trembles in my hand.Not because of the cold.Not because of the wind slicing through the quiet Paris evening. But because of the word printed in bold across the top of the page.Malignant.The doctor had said it gently. Too gently.“Stage two ovarian cancer, Ms. Celyne. We caught it early, but your uterus will likely need to be removed within the year and you need to start treatment immediately to avoid it from worsening.”A tear slips down my cheek, warm against the winter air. Then another. And another. They fall soundlessly onto the diagnosis sheet like quiet confessions.I don’t remember leaving the hospital.I don’t remember how I ended up walking.But I am walking now.Endlessly.The streets of Paris blur around me—golden lamps reflecting off wet pavement, the distant hum of traffic, laughter spilling from cafés. Life moving forward. People living.And I am standing still inside a sentence that has already decided my future.My womb will soon be gone.The on

Celyne Pov“Alexander…?”The name leaves my lips before I can stop it.For a moment, no one moves.Alexander’s eyes lock onto mine, and the world seems to collapse into that single point of recognition. The same steel-gray gaze that once softened when he looked at me now stares back in disbelief.His jaw tightens.Elara’s fingers curl possessively around his arm.“What did you just say?” she asks, her voice still smooth but also edged with recognition.My heart begins to pound violently against my ribs.Alexander opens his mouth—perhaps to speak, perhaps to ask a thousand questions—but the panic flooding my veins is louder than anything he might say.I can’t breathe.I can’t stay here.Before either of them can move, I spin around.“I’m sorry,” I blurt out to no one in particular, my voice shaking.Then I run.The hallway stretches endlessly as I rush past nurses and patients, my pulse roaring in my ears. My hands tremble so badly I almost slam into the glass doors of the clinic.Alexa

Alexander’s POV“What exactly is going on here?”Elara’s voice cuts through the silence like glass shattering on marble.I don’t answer.I can’t.The name still echoes in my head like a gunshot.Celyne.Of all the people in the world… how is it her?My fingers remain locked together on the desk as I stare blankly ahead, but my mind is racing with a thousand questions I cannot answer.Across the office, Elara begins pacing slowly, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.“How is Celyne suddenly a surrogate at our hospital after disappearing for five years?” she continues, her voice tightening with irritation. “And how convenient that she just happens to be carrying our child.”Her words hang in the air.Our child.The phrase feels strange… foreign.I still haven’t processed it.I had walked into that clinic expecting a routine check. A quick confirmation that the surrogate agency had finally matched us with someone suitable.Instead I walked into a ghost from my past.Cely

Celyne POVOnce again the feelings I tried to let go clawed again unto the surface, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. Every step I took toward the consultation room felt like walking through a fog of my past—pain, regret, and memories I thought I had buried.Alexander was already there, standing like he always did—controlled, perfect, and terrifyingly unreadable. His eyes tracked my every movement as I closed the door behind me.“Celyne,” he said, his voice low but sharp. “What exactly were you thinking? do you think is funny, is my child you are carrying and I will like it, if you treat the baby with care. I swallowed hard, trying to steady the trembling in my hands. The words lodged in my chest, heavy as stone. I wanted to scream, to tell him , should my body not be treated with care.“I… I didn’t know what else to do,” I whispered, my voice breaking despite my best effort to stay strong. “I… I thought… maybe it would feel like… like I still had some control ove

Celyne POVThe suitcase lay open on the bed, half-filled with clothes I wasn’t sure I would ever wear.My hands moved slowly, folding shirts and placing them inside like I was packing pieces of a life I no longer recognized.Behind me, Clara leaned against the doorframe, watching in silence for a long moment.Then she sighed.“Is this really what you want?” she asked softly.Her voice carried the concern she had been holding back since morning.“To go back there… after everything?”My hands paused over the suitcase.After everything.The words felt heavier than the clothes I was packing.The memories of that house—of the life I once had there—were still sharp enough to cut.I took a slow breath before answering.“I don’t have a choice.”Clara frowned slightly.“There’s always a choice, Celyne.”I shook my head.“Not this time.”I zipped one side of the suitcase and looked down at my hands.“The doctor said the parents of the baby have to stay close during the pregnancy,” I said quietly