All Chapters of Pregnant By My Ex's Brother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dana didn’t waste time.“Is it true or fake?”The corridor suddenly felt too narrow. Somewhere around the corner I could still hear the low buzz of people pretending to work while they waited for any scrap of the story. Jess had already been pushed out of earshot. It was just me and Dana and the question that could finish me.“It’s fake,” I said.Dana’s eyes narrowed. “Fake.”“Yes. Marcus is angry I wouldn’t take him back. He made a show out of private photos and bad timing. That’s all this is.”“Private photos of you and the CEO standing close enough to kiss,” Dana said flatly. “A desk moved next to his office. A reporting line that skipped half the normal process. You expect me to sell that as coincidence?”“I expect you to notice who dragged a board into the lobby,” I said. “I didn’t print those pictures. I didn’t call a crowd. I came here to work. If the company is in a mess right now, start with the person who staged it.”Dana stared at me for a long second. She didn’t look convi

By morning, Alexander had already moved.I found out at 8:26 a.m. when my access card stopped working on the executive floor. The light flashed red twice. The security panel gave a polite error. Behind me, someone muttered and waited. My face went hot as I tried it again.Red.A guard appeared like he’d been told to wait for exactly this.“Miss Harper,” he said. “Your credentials were updated overnight. You’re required downstairs at HR before floor access can be restored.”Updated overnight.That was the language of men who didn’t need to raise their voices.HR was a glass office on the twelfth floor with a bowl of mints no one touched. The woman across the desk didn’t look unkind. She looked careful.“This is a temporary restriction pending internal review,” she said “Questions were raised about conflicts of interest, recent public incidents, and project access levels. Until the review is complete, you’ll work from the temporary desk assignment on twelve and submit through Dana.”“Wh

Alexander didn’t wait for permission to enter.The conference room door opened and the temperature dropped with him. He looked at Damien first, then at me, then at the chair on the far side of the table as if this were a scheduled meeting and not an ambush. The two men with him stayed in the hall. That was worse. It meant he didn’t need muscle for this part.He placed the file on the table.Harper & Sons Construction.The logo hit me so hard I felt it in my stomach.“Miss Harper,” Alexander said, almost politely. “You’ve been busy.”Damien stepped half a fraction in front of me. “You don’t walk onto my floor and corner my staff.”Alexander’s eyes flicked to him. “Your staff. How possessive. Sit down, Damien. You’re creating a scene.”“You brought a dead company file into my conference room,” Damien said. “That’s the scene.”Alexander smiled without warmth. “Not dead. Archived. Paid out. Buried under three layers of acquisition paperwork and one very useful confidentiality clause. Or

By afternoon the floor had decided what I was. The brother’s ex who somehow ended up outside the CEO’s glass office.I heard it every time I walked to the printer.“She’s back up here already.”“Of course she is.”“If I slept with Damien Voss, I’d get a desk with a view too.”“Don’t be crude.”“I’m being accurate.”Jess glared so hard at a pair of analysts that one of them actually walked into a chair. “Say it louder,” she muttered. “Maybe he’ll fire you himself.”“Don’t,” I said under my breath. “It feeds them.”But the attention was already a living thing. My body felt too visible. My blouse felt too fitted. Every time nausea crept up my throat I had to sit very still and pretend I was reading a spreadsheet until it passed. Pregnant in a glass bowl. Perfect.Damien didn’t help.He didn’t even pretend to help.Every time he left his office, his eyes found me first. Not a polite glance. A direct, open, unprofessional look that made two people at the next pod go silent mid-sentence. W

I didn’t go in.I woke up at 6:12 to the kind of nausea that made the ceiling move, rolled onto my side, and decided the executive floor could survive without me for one day. My body felt used. Not in the dramatic way. In the quiet, heavy way that made brushing my teeth feel like a negotiation.I texted Dana from bed.Not coming in. Sick.She replied in under a minute.Understood.No questions. No kindness. Just the word of a woman who had already decided I was a problem and was relieved to have me out of the hallway.Then I turned my phone off.The silence that followed was almost violent.No Jess. No internal chat. No Damien.Especially no Damien.I left the phone face down in a drawer like it might grow hands. If I kept it on, I would watch the screen. If I watched the screen, I would wait for him. If I waited for him, I would start wanting the sound of his name, and I could not afford to want anything associated with the man whose palm had rested over my stomach like it belonged t