All Chapters of My Husband Chose His Ex When I Was pregnant: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Serena’s POVI kept walking down the wet asphalt, the cold rain washing over my face and dripping heavily off the frayed hem of my oversized coat. My bare feet felt completely numb against the freezing pavement, but I did not slow my pace for a single second. Behind me, the sharp sound of heavy, frantic footsteps splashed through the deep puddles as Damien scrambled up from the wet concrete."Serena, wait!" he shouted, his voice cracking with an unbearable desperation that rattled through the empty night air.A hand reached out from behind and gripped my forearm tightly, trying to force me to a complete stop. The exact moment his broad fingers brushed against my cold skin, a sharp, violent recoil surged through my entire body. I yanked my arm back with so much force that the thin shoulder seam of the cheap nurse's coat tore completely open. I whipped around to face him, stepping back onto the slick pavement."Do not touch me!" I snapped, my voice ringing out like a sharp steel blade a

Liliana’s POVThe cold blue light from the diagnostic monitors reflected off the polished mahogany table, illuminating the frantic text logs scrolling rapidly across the screens. I knelt on the heavy rug, my heart hammering so violently against my ribs that I could barely draw air into my lungs. The atmosphere inside the vast library felt thick, heavy, and utterly suffocating. Rain continued to lash against the tall glass windows behind Damien's desk, sounding like thrown gravel."We have bypassed the local device encryption, Mr. Cole," the lead IT technician said, his fingers flying across his glowing mechanical keyboard with practiced speed. "We are pulling the entire deleted archive directly from her private cloud backup server now.""Damien, please!" I sobbed, clutching the fabric of my damp silk gown as I looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. I tried to reach across the dark wood for the hem of his trousers, but he stepped back instantly, staring down at me with absolute

Serena’s POVI stepped out from under the dark alleyway overhang and walked toward the curb, my bare feet splashing through the shallow puddles on the cold pavement. The heavy rain continued to fall from the pitch-black sky, but I kept my chin up and my eyes fixed straight ahead.A sleek, black unmarked sedan sat idling quietly at the edge of the street. Its dark, tinted windows reflected the pale yellow light of the single flickering streetlamp above. The rear passenger door swung open automatically as I approached, revealing a warm, leather-scented interior illuminated by soft LED accent lights.I stepped into the vehicle without a second of hesitation and pulled my wet legs inside. The heavy door clicked shut behind me, completely sealing out the sound of the howling wind and the pelting rain outside.A sharp, composed man in his late thirties sat in the opposite leather seat. He wore a tailored charcoal business suit, his dark hair pulled back neatly. He was the same man who had s

Serena’s POVThe private jet touched down quietly on a secluded runway as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon. The heavy rain of the city was completely gone, replaced by a crisp sea breeze that filled the small cabin as the air stairs unfolded.The chief operative led me down the metal stairs to a waiting dark SUV, which carried us along a winding coastal road lined with tall pine trees. We pulled up to a massive, modern estate perched high on a cliff overlooking the grey ocean. The stone and glass architecture felt vast and formidable, completely hidden away from the rest of the world.My handler opened my door and guided me through the expansive glass entrance. We walked past quiet, sharp security guards into a sunlit study that looked out over the crashing waves below.Sitting behind a broad teak desk was an elderly man with sharp silver hair and striking gray eyes. He wore a tailored dark suit, carrying an undeniable presence of absolute authority that commanded the en

Serena’s POVSix months at Alistair Vance’s coastal estate completely transformed my daily reality. The physical scars from the emergency surgery healed, but more importantly, the quiet, helpless woman who used to cry on the library floor was dead and buried.I spent twelve hours every single day in Alistair’s private study, studying corporate law, international finance, and high-level asset management under elite consultants. I did not want Alistair's charity. I did not want to rely on another powerful man to shelter me from the world. I wanted absolute leverage. If I was ever going to navigate a world dominated by predators like Damien Cole, I needed to speak their language far better than they did."You learn faster than my senior corporate associates, Serena," Alistair said, stepping into the sunlit study one afternoon and setting a cup of black tea on my desk."I have much better motivation," I replied without looking up from the complex financial ledger spread out in front of me