All Chapters of Divorced While Pregnant with the Billionaire's Twins : Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Ethan's POVI didn't move from my desk for almost two hours.The photograph was still open on my screen. I had zoomed in and out countless times.I set my phone face down on the desk and pressed both palms flat against the surface, forcing myself to breathe slowly — the kind of breathing meant to convince your body it is on fire.I picked up the phone and called Reeves. He answered on the second ring."The photograph," I said without greeting. "I need you to confirm what I'm looking at.""Mr. Hayes—""Confirm it, Reeves.""Based on the visual assessment and the timeline of her departure," he said carefully, "and cross-referenced with the clinic visit I reported previously — the assessment would be consistent with an advanced early pregnancy. Possibly into the second trimester at time of photograph."Second trimester.The words landed in my chest with weight, and the memory rebuilt itself piece by piece: she had been pregnant when she signed the divorce papers, pregnant when she stood a

Bella's POVThe apartment was small.Deliberately so.I had chosen it that way—two rooms, a narrow kitchen, a window that looked out onto a street busy enough to feel safe. The kind of place that exists in the middle of a city without being part of it.I had been here four months.Four months of learning how to sleep on a mattress that was not the Hayes family's imported Italian linen. Four months of grocery shopping without a household account and cooking without a staff.Four months of being nobody's wife.It felt like the first real air I had breathed in three years.I was at the table when the discomfort started.The particular weighted fullness that had become my constant companion over the past weeks, the feeling of carrying something enormous in a body that was quietly rearranging itself to accommodate what it had been given.I pressed both palms against the sides of my stomach and breathed through it.The doctor here had been thorough. Careful. She had looked at the scans with

Williams' POVMy father arrived on a Thursday.Clara had flagged the flight details two days earlier, forwarded by his assistant abroad.I didn't go to the airport.I told myself I was busy with work. The kind of thing a man running a company was supposed to prioritize over airport arrivals.I was in my study when I heard the car pull into the drive.Samantha had organized dinner.I came downstairs at seven to find the table set with the kind of careful attention that communicates effort — the centerpiece she had bought last week and placed with the authority of someone furnishing a space that belonged to them. She was in the kitchen speaking quietly to the cook.She looked up when I walked in."He's in the sitting room," she said. "He's been there for an hour."I said nothing."Ethan." She set down the wooden spoon. "Whatever this dinner is, I need you to tell me how to handle it.""There's nothing to handle," I said. "It's just a dinner."She looked at me for a moment with an expres