All Chapters of My Husband Chose His Ex When I Was pregnant: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damien’s povThe silence in the house was heavy, but it was nothing compared to the wall Serena built around herself the moment the sun came up. I tried to talk to her before leaving for the office. I knocked on the door of the master bedroom, where she had locked herself in after dropping that bomb of a photograph on me last night."Serena, please open the door," I said, my hand resting on the doorknob. "Let’s just talk about this. The picture isn’t what it looks like."No answer. Not a single sound came from the other side."Serena?"She completely shut me out. I stood in the grand hallway of my own house, a billionaire who controlled thousands of employees and dictated market trends with a single signature, yet I couldn't even get my own wife to acknowledge my existence. The frustration simmered under my skin, but beneath it, a lingering sense of guilt made my throat tight. I had passed out at Liliana's place. That much was true but I knew I hadn't touched her.With a tight jaw, I

Serena’s povMy throat burned from the dry heaving, and my stomach felt entirely empty. I needed to eat something for the sake of the baby, even if it meant risking an encounter with the rest of the household. I smoothed down my simple cotton dress, took a deep breath, and walked down the grand mahogany staircase toward the kitchen.I did not expect to see Liliana in the morning room.She sat on the white leather sofa, holding a porcelain teacup and watching the large flat-screen television mounted on the wall. She looked completely at home, wearing a cream silk robe and the sight of her sitting there made my blood run cold.I let out a sharp snort, breaking the silence of the room. "So you finally made your way here. It didn’t take you very long, did it?"She set her teacup down on the glass coffee table with a soft click. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. "You need to watch your mouth, Serena.""Why should I?" I snapped, stepping into the room and folding my arms across my ches

Serena’s povThe walk down the grand staircase felt longer than usual. My knees shook with every step, and I had to grip the polished mahogany banister tightly to keep my balance. I had not eaten a proper meal in two days. The household staff completely changed their attitude toward me after Damien’s public outburst in the drawing room. They took their cues from Margaret and Liliana. This morning, the cook left a plate of cold, unseasoned oats on the kitchen counter for me, and when I asked for fresh juice, the housemaids simply turned their backs and walked into the pantry.I did not have the strength to fight them. I had a crucial antenatal appointment at the clinic, and I had to navigate it entirely on my own.Because Damien still had my phone and my credit cards were deactivated, I had to ask the estate security guard to call the company driver. The driver looked uncomfortable when I got into the back seat of the black luxury sedan. He did not say a word during the entire forty-

Serena’s povI stood near the center of the room, my body stiffening as the heavy double doors swung open. I expected to see Damien, but it was his mother who walked into the suite.Margaret wore a gray Chanel suit, and her diamond rings caught the morning light. Liliana followed close behind her, carrying a small leather designer suitcase and keeping her eyes lowered in a perfect display of modesty."Pack your pride away, Serena," Margaret said, her voice cutting through the quiet room like ice. She didn't bother to step completely inside, choosing to stand by the threshold as if the very air around me was soiled. "We are making some changes around here for the sake of my grandchild."I forced my legs to move, walking toward them until I stood at the edge of the bed. My stomach let out a dull, painful twitch, but I kept my posture straight. "What is she doing here, Margaret? Damien locked me in this room. He didn't say anything about guests.""Liliana is not a guest. She is a necess

Serena’s POVMy health broke down rapidly over the next three days. The constant psychological stress and the lack of proper food left me so weak that I could barely lift my head from the pillow. My skin looked translucent in the morning, and my eyes had dark shadows beneath them. Every time I tried to stand up, my vision blurred, and a cold sweat broke out across my forehead.The household staff completely pulled away from me now. Liliana and Margaret had given them silent permission to treat me like a ghost. When I pressed the internal intercom button to ask for a glass of milk or some plain toast, the line remained completely dead. Once, I dragged my feet down to the kitchen to get water myself, but the housemaids immediately put their cleaning supplies away and walked out of the room, leaving me alone.I knew I could not survive like this much longer. More importantly, my baby could not survive it. The small, fluttery movements I used to feel in my lower abdomen had grown faint a