All Chapters of My Boyfriend Cheated So I Spent The Night With His Father : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lila sat on the edge of the bathtub, the pregnancy test from weeks ago still fresh in her mind even as the doctor’s confirmation echoed louder. Nine weeks. Their baby was real, growing, and already changing everything.She pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the faint flutter that had become her favorite secret. The nausea had eased a little today, but the exhaustion lingered like a heavy blanket. Marcus had noticed immediately. He had canceled his morning meetings without a word, drawn her a warm bath with lavender oil, and was now kneeling beside the tub, gently washing her shoulders with a soft cloth.“You don’t have to do all this,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion.“I want to,” he replied, voice low and steady. He leaned in and kissed her temple, then the corner of her mouth. “You’re carrying our child, Lila. You’re my wife. Let me take care of you. Let me show you every single day that you’re not alone anymore.”Tears slipped down her cheeks, mixing with the bathwater.

The courthouse steps were crowded with reporters and cameras when Lila and Marcus arrived. Flashes exploded the moment they stepped out of the black SUV. Lila kept her head high, one hand resting subtly on the growing curve of her belly beneath her tailored navy dress. At fourteen weeks, the pregnancy was starting to show more clearly, and the nausea had mostly settled into manageable waves. But today, the nerves were something else entirely.Marcus’s hand stayed firm on her lower back, guiding her through the chaos. He wore a sharp black suit, looking every inch the powerful CEO, but his eyes were soft whenever they landed on her.“You don’t have to say a word if you don’t want to,” he murmured against her ear as they walked. “I’ve got you. Both of you.”Lila nodded, squeezing his hand. “I want to speak. I need to.”Inside the courtroom, the atmosphere was electric. Tyler sat at the plaintiff’s table, looking disheveled and furious, his eyes narrowing the moment he saw Lila’s hand on

Lila sat in the quiet corner of the penthouse library, sunlight slanting across the pages of the baby name book open on her lap. At fifteen weeks, the bump was undeniable now, pressing gently against the soft fabric of her oversized sweater. She traced a finger over the name "Elias" and smiled faintly, imagining a little boy with Marcus’s dark eyes and silver-threaded hair. The thought warmed her even as another wave of fatigue pulled at her bones.The lawsuit had become a constant shadow. Tyler’s legal team was relentless, filing motion after motion, leaking old messages, and painting her as a calculated opportunist who had trapped a wealthy man with a baby. The gossip sites were feasting on it. Some called her a hero. Most called her names she tried not to let sink in.Marcus walked in carrying a tray with ginger tea and fresh fruit. He set it down and knelt in front of her, hands immediately finding her belly.“How’s our little one today?” he asked, voice soft as he pressed a kiss

The courthouse hallway felt colder than it should have in early summer. Lila stood beside Marcus, her hand resting on the curve of her belly, now clearly visible under the soft navy dress she had chosen. At seventeen weeks, the baby was active — kicking hard whenever she felt stressed, as if reminding her they were in this together.Marcus’s arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, his other hand covering hers on her stomach. He hadn’t let go of her since they arrived. Victoria, their lawyer, stood on her other side, reviewing notes one last time.“Tyler’s team is going for maximum drama,” Victoria warned quietly. “They want the pregnancy front and center. Stay calm. Stick to the facts. We have the stronger case.”Lila nodded, but her heart was pounding. She could hear the murmurs from inside the courtroom — reporters, spectators, the low hum of anticipation. This was no longer just a lawsuit. It had become a public spectacle.When they entered, Tyler was already seated. His eyes lock

Lila sat in the quiet corner of the penthouse library, legs curled beneath her on the wide armchair. The afternoon light filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the bookshelves. At nineteen weeks, the pregnancy was no longer something she could hide. Her belly had rounded noticeably, and the baby’s movements had become strong, deliberate kicks that often took her breath away.She was reading through the latest court filings Victoria had sent over. Tyler’s team was pushing for everything — full access to her medical records, a public trial with live streaming, and even a motion to question her character in front of a jury. The language in the documents was vicious, painting her as a calculated woman who had seduced a vulnerable older man for money and status.She closed the folder and pressed a hand to her stomach. The baby kicked hard, as if sensing her tension. A small smile touched her lips despite everything. “I know,” she whispered. “We’re not going to let h