Pregnant With My Billionaire Ex-Husband's Baby의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Three days later.Ethan sat in his office, staring at the envelope on his desk.The DNA report had arrived.He had not opened it yet.For the first time in years, Ethan Carter felt something close to nervousness.The envelope contained the answer to a question that had been haunting him since the night of the party.Was Leo his son?Ethan exhaled slowly and picked up the document.Before he could open it, the door of his office was pushed open.Daniel walked in quickly.“The lab called earlier,” Daniel said.Ethan raised his eyes.“And?”Daniel placed another copy of the report on the desk.“The results are confirmed.”Ethan stared at him.His voice became quiet.“Tell me.”Daniel hesitated only for a moment.“The probability is 99.9 percent.”The room fell silent.Ethan felt the words echo in his mind.99.9 percent.That meant there was no doubt.Leo Carter was his son.Ethan leaned

Amelia didn’t sleep that night.She lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling while Leo slept peacefully beside her.His small hand rested lightly on her arm, as if even in sleep, he needed to feel her presence.Amelia turned her head and looked at him.Her chest tightened.He looked so calm.So safe.So unaware of the storm that was about to enter his life.Ethan.Just thinking of his name made her heart race.“I won’t let him take you from me,” she whispered softly, brushing Leo’s hair back.But even as she said it, doubt crept into her mind.Ethan Carter wasn’t just anyone.He was powerful.Influential.And when he wanted something, he didn’t stop until he got it.The next morning came too quickly.Amelia prepared Leo for school like usual, forcing herself to act normal.“Mama, you look tired,” Leo said, watching her care

Amelia stayed by the window a long time after Ethan left. The apartment felt quieter than usual, the kind of quiet that presses in.She kept seeing Leo’s face when he’d said “Daddy,” the easy way Ethan had answered, like it was normal. Like five years hadn’t happened.She hugged her own arms, mostly to stop her hands from shaking.Behind her, Leo mumbled in his sleep.“Mama…”She crossed the room fast, knelt beside the couch-bed.“I’m right here.” She smoothed his hair; it was damp at the temples.His fingers found hers, small and warm.“Don’t leave.”“I won’t.”“Promise?”She swallowed. The word felt heavier tonight.“Yeah. Promise.”He sighed and settled.She stayed there until his breathing evened out again, then sat on the floor with her back against the couch, staring at nothing.Morning came blurry. She’d stared at the ceiling most of the night, running worst-case scenarios on repeat. Custody papers. Courtrooms. Leo picking sides.Her phone lit up on the coffee table.Ethan.“Be ready by 10. Pi

They didn’t stay outside long.Leo went tearing ahead again, chasing god-knows-what, giggling in that high, unstoppable way kids do. His joy bounced off the hedges and came back to them in little bursts.Amelia never took her eyes off him.Not once.Ethan noticed how rigid her shoulders stayed.“Hey,” he said under his breath. “He’s okay.”“I know,” she answered.She still didn’t loosen up.Back inside, Evelyn hadn’t moved an inch from where they’d left her. Same chair, same posture, same unreadable face.“Lunch is almost ready,” she said.Ethan gave a small nod. “We’ll stay.”Amelia’s eyes flicked to him.We?He saw the look but didn’t take it back.Leo was already tugging her fingers. “Can we eat here? Please, Mama?”Everything in her screamed wrong place, wrong people, wrong everything.But Leo’s face was lit up like he’d just discovered Christmas came twice a year.Saying no right now would feel like yanking his happiness away for no reason he’d understand.“…Yeah, okay,” she said quietly.Leo beame

The apartment felt smaller that night.Amelia noticed it in little ways.The way Leo’s toy car sat in the middle of the floor with one wheel slightly bent.The faint crack in the wall near the window she’d stopped seeing months ago.The hum of the fridge that never quite went away.Nothing had changed.But it felt like everything had.Leo was still half-asleep when she carried him from the couch to the bed.He mumbled something she couldn’t make out, curling into her automatically.“Mama…”“I’m here,” she said softly.Always the same answer.Always immediate.She sat beside him longer than usual, brushing her fingers lightly through his hair.Her mind wouldn’t stop.It kept replaying the day.The house.The table.Evelyn’s voice.This life offers things you might not be able to give him.Amelia closed her eyes briefly.“No,” she whispered.But the words didn’t sound as steady as they should have.