All Chapters of My Boyfriend Cheated So I Spent The Night With His Father : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lila stood on the penthouse terrace the night before the wedding, the city lights glittering below like a sea of distant stars. The cool breeze brushed her skin, but the warmth of Marcus’s hand resting protectively on her stomach kept her grounded. She was wearing one of his soft black shirts, the hem barely covering her thighs. Underneath, her body was already changing — breasts fuller and more sensitive, a faint curve beginning to show where their baby was growing.Marcus stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. His chin rested on her shoulder, his breath warm against her neck. “You’re quiet tonight,” he said, voice low and gentle. “Talk to me, baby.”She leaned back into his chest, letting his strength hold her. “I keep thinking about tomorrow. The rooftop, the vows, Sarah standing there with us. It feels so close… and so far. I want it to be perfect. Just us and the people who actually care. No cameras. No drama. But Tyler…” Her voice cracked. “He’s everywh

The rooftop was perfect.Soft white flowers and delicate greenery framed a simple wooden arch overlooking Central Park. Late afternoon sunlight bathed everything in warm gold. Only thirty guests sat in elegant chairs — Sarah in the front row with tears already in her eyes, a handful of Marcus’s most trusted friends and business associates, and the officiant waiting patiently under the arch.Lila stood just inside the entrance, heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat. The dress was simple but breathtaking — ivory silk that flowed softly over her body, skimming the gentle curve of her stomach where their baby was growing. Her dark wavy hair was pinned loosely, a few strands framing her face. She looked radiant. She looked like a bride.Marcus waited at the end of the short aisle, tall and devastating in a tailored black suit, silver threading his dark hair. His eyes found hers the moment she appeared, and the love in them nearly brought her to her knees.Sarah squeezed h

The private elevator doors opened directly into the honeymoon suite on the top floor of the Hale Global flagship hotel. The space was breathtaking — floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering Manhattan skyline, soft lighting, and a massive bed dressed in crisp white linens with rose petals scattered across it. A bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling cider waited in an ice bucket beside a plate of fresh fruit and chocolate-dipped strawberries.Lila stepped inside, still wearing her simple but elegant ivory wedding dress. The fabric whispered against her skin as she moved. Marcus followed close behind, his hand never leaving the small of her back.As soon as the doors closed, he turned her gently and kissed her — slow, deep, and full of everything they had been holding back during the ceremony and reception. His tongue slid against hers, claiming her mouth the same way he had claimed her in front of their guests.“My wife,” he whispered against her lips, voice rough with emotion. “

Lila sat on the edge of the examination table in the private clinic, her hand pressed tightly over her stomach. The doctor had just stepped out to review the ultrasound images. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of machines and the rapid beat of her own heart.Marcus stood beside her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other hand resting protectively over hers on her belly. His face was calm, but she could feel the tension in his body — the way his muscles were locked tight, the way he hadn’t stopped touching her since they arrived.“It’s going to be okay,” he said quietly, kissing her temple. “Whatever it is, we face it together. You and me and our baby.”Lila nodded, but her throat was tight. The cramp she had felt earlier had faded, but the fear remained — a cold knot in her chest. She had finally found happiness, safety, love… and now something might be wrong with their baby.The doctor returned, smiling gently. “Good news. Everything looks perfectly normal for eigh

The courtroom was packed.Reporters filled the back rows, cameras flashing every time someone moved. The air felt thick with anticipation and judgment. Lila sat beside Marcus at the defendant’s table, her hand resting protectively over the small but growing curve of her belly. She was nine weeks pregnant now, and the nausea had become a constant companion, but she refused to let it show. Not here. Not today.Marcus’s hand covered hers under the table, steady and warm. He leaned over and whispered against her ear, “You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to. I’m right here. We’re doing this together.”Lila nodded, drawing strength from his presence. She was no longer the woman who paid Tyler’s bills in silence. She was Mrs. Lila Hale — wife, soon-to-be mother, and a woman who had finally chosen herself.Tyler sat at the plaintiff’s table, looking disheveled and furious. His eyes kept darting to her stomach, hatred burning in them. When the judge entered and the hearing began, Tyl