All Chapters of A SURROGATE TO MY BILLIONAIRE EX HUSBAND : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Elara POVThe car was silent.Too silent.The kind of silence that didn’t bring peace… only tension.It pressed against my chest, heavy and suffocating, like something waiting to explode.I stared out the window, my reflection faint against the glass. The city lights passed by in blurs, but I wasn’t really seeing them.My mind was somewhere else.Far away.“Elara—”Alexander’s voice cut through the silence.I didn’t turn.“I just want to be left alone,” I said flatly.He went quiet after that.Good.Because I didn’t trust myself to speak without saying something I wouldn’t take back.My fingers curled slightly on my lap.Something was wrong.No… not just wrong.I was losing something.Control.The realization hit me slowly, dangerously.I’m losing myself…My chest tightened.It felt like everything I had carefully built… everything I had fought for… was slowly slipping through my fingers.And I hated that feeling.I hated it.Because I had never been the kind of person who lost.Ever.

Celyne POVI looked at him.Really looked at him.Liam.For a moment, everything else faded—the machines, the quiet beeping, the weight pressing down on my chest.“It’s been a long time…” I said softly.My voice sounded fragile… like it could break if I said anything more.His eyes stayed on me, steady, calm.“Thank you,” I added, my fingers tightening slightly around the hospital sheets. “For standing up for me.”I swallowed.“It’s been a long time since someone did that for me.”There was no need to explain.The words already carried too much.Liam shook his head lightly.“It’s nothing,” he said.But I knew it wasn’t.Not to me.Not anymore.Silence stretched between us, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… heavy. Filled with things left unsaid.Then he asked—“How did you get yourself into all this, Celyne?”I let out a soft breath.“That…” I said, forcing a small, tired smile. “That’s a long story.”He didn’t look away.“I’m listening.”I hesitated.Then shifted the focus.“What a

Elara POVThe moment I stepped into my father’s house, I knew something inside me had already shifted.Not cracked.Not shaken.Shifted.The air felt heavier here—thick with authority, power, and the kind of silence that forced people to measure every word before speaking. This wasn’t just a home.It was power.And my father owned it.Kingsley Wynn sat at the head of the long dining table, his posture straight, movements precise. Every cut of his knife, every lift of his spoon—it was controlled.Calculated.Nothing about him was accidental.I took my seat slowly.“Father,” I said.He hummed, not looking up.“What is it?”Straight to the point.Good.“There’s someone you need to know about,” I said carefully. “Liam Vier.”The spoon slipped from his hand.Clattered against the plate.The sound rang louder than it should have.Slowly—very slowly—he lifted his head.“What did you say?” he asked, his voice lower now.“Liam Vier,” I repeated. “He’s back.”Silence stretched between us.Heavy

Celyne POV“Why do you want my documents?”My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care.I tightened my grip on the hospital sheets, my eyes fixed on the file in Alexander’s hands.“You have no right to have that.”He didn’t even flinch.Instead, he opened it calmly, like this was just another business report.“Well,” he said coolly, flipping a page, “I have every right.”My chest tightened.“That baby is mine,” he continued. “And you are my surrogate.”The words hit harder than they should have.Or maybe—I was just too tired to pretend they didn’t.My fingers curled slightly.My gaze drifted… not to him—but to nothing.And in that moment, the thought slipped out quietly—Is this how the story ends…?A silence stretched between us.Heavy.Uncomfortable.Then—“Anemia?” Alexander’s voice cut through it.My eyes flickered slightly.He looked up from the file, frowning.“You have anemia?”The doctor, standing nearby, nodded.“It’s nothing serious,” he said calmly. “She j

Vivian POVWhy was everything turning out like this?I stood by the window, arms folded, staring at my reflection in the glass. The city lights flickered behind me, but I barely saw them. My mind was elsewhere—back at the press conference, replaying every second with sharp precision.It had been under control.Carefully planned.Strategically handled.And then—Celyne ruined it.My jaw tightened.“Why did she have to collapse like that…” I muttered.What should have been a clean resolution turned into another spectacle. Another wave of attention. Another round of whispers.“For once, she couldn’t just take the fall quietly.”No.She had to draw sympathy.Had to make herself look fragile.My fingers curled slightly.“Yes, I sent someone to watch them,” I admitted to myself. “How else was I supposed to know what was going on?”Elara wasn’t even feeling well that day.So why—Why was Alexander out with Celyne?Something wasn’t right.Something had shifted.And I didn’t like it.My though