All Chapters of Pregnant For The Wrong Brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Sebastian's POV The house was too quiet now, and the quiet had a sound.I know that makes no sense. A quiet house should have no sound at all. But every night when I came home and the door shut behind me, I heard it. The space where Ana used to be. The buzz of nothing where her voice used to live. She had a way of being in a room that filled it, and now no one filled it.I got what I chose. I kept telling myself that.I chose Nicole. I chose the woman who could give me a son. I chose the future over the past, the new over the old, the full belly over the empty one. Any man would have done the same. That is what I told the mirror in the morning and the ceiling at night.I almost believed it.The trouble was the almost."You're home late again," Nicole said.She was on the couch when I came in, one hand resting on her belly, which had grown round these last weeks. She wore one of the silk robes she had filled the closet with. She looked comfortable. She always looked comfortable now,

Ana's POV I didn't tell him to stop.I closed the last gap myself.The kiss started slowly, both of us testing the edge of a thing we had circled for weeks. Then it wasn't slow at all. His hand fisted in my hair and mine found the front of his shirt, and weeks of holding back broke loose all at once, and I kissed him like a woman who had been starving and only just remembered what food was.He stood and pulled me up with him, never letting go of my mouth. He dropped cash on the table without counting it. Then his hands were on me again and we were moving, out the door, into the dark, into a car, and I couldn't have told you a single thing about the drive. There was only his mouth and his hands and the heat of him against me, and the small broken sounds I made that I didn't recognize as my own.His place. I barely saw it. A door, a wall, my back against it, his body pressed to mine from chest to hip, and his mouth came down on me again like he had been waiting his whole life for the

Ana's POV "What's wrong?" I asked again.He didn't answer right away. He just looked at me, and something had changed in his face, gone guarded, the feelings from a minute ago packed away somewhere I couldn't reach."Get dressed," he said. "We have to go to the office. Now.""Caspian. Tell me.""The launch numbers leaked overnight." His voice was flat, the voice of a man holding something heavy very still. "All of it. The private figures, the strategy, everything. It's on competitor feeds. The campaign is burned."My stomach twisted. "How? Who would…""They traced the access." He held my eyes. "It came from your login, Anastasia."The room tilted."That's… that's not possible," I stuttered. "I didn't touch those files last night. I was with you. I was here. I ran from your place and I came straight home and I never logged in to anything.""I know where you were." Something flickered in his eyes when he said it. "But the records say otherwise, and right now the records are all anyone

Ana's POV I had every reason to say no.The office. The whispers that had followed me down the aisle all day. The ring I still hadn't taken off, the bare band of skin under it that he had touched and I had run from. A husband three hundred miles away too proud to sign me free. Every reason was standing in a line and waiting for me to use it.I looked at his hand around mine, at the dark blue eyes that hadn't once looked away from me, and I said the only word I had left."Yes."Because I was damn tired. Not the tired of one long day, the tired that goes all the way down. I was tired of being the woman things were done to. The wife who was left. The mistress's punching line. The name a stranger planted a crime on while I slept.For two years I had been a door other people walked through and slammed. So just once, I wanted to be the one who chose.So I chose him.°°°°°°°°°°The penthouse was all glass and city light.It was high above everything. Through the big windows, the whole cit