All Chapters of Sorry, Ex-husband You Lost Me : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Brenda's POV The drive back from the hospital felt almost too good to be true.I was curled against Kennedy's side in the back seat, resting my head on his shoulder while his arm remained wrapped tightly around me. Every few minutes, his hand moved gently over my stomach as though he needed to reassure himself that the baby was still there.If only he knew.I almost smiled.The entire hospital visit had gone exactly as I planned. I had made sure the nurse I spoke to understood what I wanted, and after a little persuasion, the report had been adjusted to make my injuries appear far more serious than they actually were.According to the papers, the stress and supposed trauma had placed my pregnancy in a high-risk category.Kennedy had believed every word.He was furious, protective and frightened all at once, which was exactly where I needed him.I rested my cheek against his chest and pretended to look exhausted.“Are you comfortable?” he asked softly.I nodded.“Yes, Kenn. I'm just

Brenda's POVI woke up the following morning feeling like an entirely different woman.For the first time since I had entered this house, I felt as though I had finally established my position.Kennedy had made himself very clear the previous night, and the effect was almost comical. The entire house had become as quiet as a graveyard.Normally, by this hour, Leonard would have been somewhere downstairs disturbing everybody with his music recordings, even though nobody had the courage to tell him that his voice sounded like a frog being strangled. Fiona would have already started filming one of her ridiculous TikTok videos, screaming into her phone as though she were addressing an audience of millions.Today, nothing.Not a sound.I stretched lazily beneath the duvet before turning my head toward Kennedy's side of the bed.A bouquet of flowers sat neatly on the bedside table.I stared at it.Then I picked it up, examined the arrangement for a few seconds and scoffed before tossing i

Brenda's POVI sat across from my father in the secluded corner of the private restaurant, my arms folded tightly across my chest as I stared at him with barely concealed anger.I still couldn't believe what I had watched earlier.“Dad, I still don't understand it,” I said, lowering my voice as I leaned closer to the table. “Victor Sterling knows you're supposed to be the CEO. You've worked beside him for years. You're the General Manager of Sterling House, and everyone knows how much you've done for that company. So why would he choose some anonymous person instead of you?”My father's face hardened immediately.“Because that bastard has forgotten who helped him get where he is.”The venom in his voice made me pause.He picked up his glass but didn't drink from it. Instead, he stared at the amber liquid for several seconds, his jaw tightening before he finally spoke again.“After everything I've done for that man, this is how he repays me? After thirty-five years of protecting his i

Zane's POV The specialist arrived in New York that morning, and I made sure Janelle was the first person on her schedule. By the time we entered the consultation room, she was already nervous, although she tried to hide it behind a calm expression. Dr. Amelia Hayes stood from behind her desk and greeted us before motioning for us to sit. “I've heard a little about your situation, but I'd rather hear it directly from you.” Janelle nodded and briefly explained everything. She told the doctor about her previous pregnancy, the miscarriage, the complications that followed and the diagnosis of secondary infertility that came afterward. She also explained that she wanted to lose weight and wanted to know whether doing so could improve her chances of becoming pregnant again. Dr. Hayes listened carefully without interrupting. When Janelle finished, the doctor asked a few necessary questions about her menstrual cycle, previous treatments and general health before conducting a physical

Kennedy's POV I arrived at Jones Fashion House the following morning expecting the situation to have settled down. Instead, the moment I stepped through the doors, I knew something was wrong. The atmosphere was different. Employees who normally greeted me with smiles suddenly lowered their heads and hurried past. My assistant was waiting outside my office with a folder pressed tightly against her chest, and the expression on her face immediately irritated me. “What is it?” She followed me inside. “We have several clients requesting meetings.” “About what?” “Delays, mostly. Some are also unhappy with the latest designs.” I dropped my briefcase on the desk. “Then schedule the meetings.” “I already did. Three of them are coming today.” I frowned. “Three? That's a lot, I'm in the mood for lots of meetings today" She gave me a strange look. “One of them has also asked whether the company is experiencing internal management problems.” I stared at her. “W