All Chapters of Pregnant for my ex’s enemy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aria’s POVI woke up in Damien’s bed. For three full seconds, panic swallowed me whole. Then memory crashed back all at once…the fight, the kiss, Adrian leaving. My stomach twisted painfully. Soft morning light filtered through the curtains while rain continued lightly outside, quieter now than yesterday’s storm. I sat up slowly, immediately noticing the glass of water and medication placed neatly on the bedside table beside me. Of course. Damien. The realization did something strange to my chest again. I hated how naturally I had started expecting his care. That should not feel normal already. A knock sounded softly against the bedroom door. Before I could answer, it opened slightly. Damien stepped inside wearing a black sweater with the sleeves pushed halfway up his arms. His jaw was bruised faintly from last night. Guilt hit me instantly. “You’re awake,” he said. I nodded slowly. The atmosphere between us felt different now. Not awkward exactly. More dangerous. Because af

Aria’s POVI could feel the tension the second Damien stepped outside. His eyes found mine immediately, then the tears on my face, and just like that his expression changed. Not dramatic, not loud, but something dark settled behind his calmness so quickly that even Adrian noticed. “What happened?” Damien asked, his voice low but sharp. Adrian answered before I could. “My father hired investigators to follow her.” Silence. Damien looked at me again slowly. There was something frightening about how calm he suddenly became. “They followed you while you were pregnant?” I laughed weakly, though there was nothing funny about any of this anymore. “Apparently my life became public property months ago and nobody informed me.” Neither man spoke. The cold morning air moved softly around us while embarrassment and exhaustion sat heavily in my chest. I suddenly felt tired of being emotional. Tired of crying. Tired of pressure. Tired of everyone making decisions around me. I wrapped m

Adrian’s POVThe room went completely silent. Aria froze the second she saw me standing at the door, and Damien slowly let go of her hand. Too late. I had already seen everything. Not kissing. Not touching. Worse. Comfort. The kind that came naturally. The kind you couldn’t fake. For several seconds, nobody spoke. The machines beside Aria’s bed beeped softly through the heavy silence while exhaustion sat visibly across her face. She looked fragile tonight, smaller somehow. And despite the jealousy tearing through my chest, the sight still made protective instinct rise first. “How are you feeling?” I asked quietly. Aria swallowed. “Better.” Her voice still sounded weak. I hated hearing it. Damien stood from the chair beside her bed slowly. “I’ll give you both space.” Part of me wanted him gone immediately. Another part hated that Aria’s eyes followed him when he moved. God, that hurt. Damien paused near the door beside me. For one brief second, neither of us looked at each

Aria’s POVHospitals at night felt strangely lonely. The hallway outside my room had gone quiet hours ago, leaving behind only distant footsteps and the soft humming of machines around me. I stared at the ceiling without really seeing it. Too much had happened too fast—the bleeding, the fear, Adrian hearing my confession, the look on his face afterward. My chest tightened painfully again. I closed my eyes briefly. How had my life become this complicated? The hospital room door opened softly. I already knew it was Damien before looking. Somehow I always knew now. He stepped inside carrying a small paper bag and a bottle of water before stopping near the bed. “You’re awake.” “I can’t sleep.” “That makes two of us.” His voice sounded tired tonight. Not cold, not guarded. Just tired. For the first time since I met him, Damien actually looked emotionally drained. Something about that unsettled me deeply. He placed the bag carefully beside the bed. “You should eat something.”

Aria’s POVThe silence after his answer did not feel empty. It felt full. Too full. Like something unspoken had finally found space between us and refused to leave. “Yes.” That single word kept repeating in my mind. If things had been different… do you think we would’ve met each other anyway? Yes. I stared at Damien, trying to understand why that answer unsettled me more than it should have. Because it wasn’t romantic in a soft way. It was certain. Like he already knew. Like he had already imagined it. A knock at the door broke the moment instantly. I blinked quickly and pulled my attention away. Sophia stepped back inside holding three coffees and a plastic bag that looked dangerously overfilled. “I have returned with caffeine and emotional stability.” “That second one is false,” I said immediately. “Uncalled for.” Damien moved away from the bed slowly, as if the moment we had just shared needed space to breathe again. Or maybe he did. Sophia looked between us suspici