All Chapters of Pregnant For My Best Friend's Rival : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jason's POVI drove home on autopilot, my mind still back at that restaurant, still holding Katherine in my arms, still feeling the softness of her lips against mine. The city lights blurred past me, but I didn't see them. All I could see was her face, her smile, the way she had looked at me when I told her I never stopped loving her.She said it back. She said she never stopped loving me too.I felt a warmth spread through my chest, a hope I hadn't felt in years. For so long, I had believed that I had ruined everything. That I had lost her forever. But tonight, she had given me a second chance.I wasn't going to waste it.When I finally pulled into the driveway, the house was quiet. I walked inside, still floating on the cloud of the evening, and found Olivia curled up on the sofa with a book.She looked up when I entered, her eyes immediately narrowing with curiosity."You're back late," she said, a knowing smile playing at her lips. "And you're smiling. Like, really smiling."I lau

Katherine's POVThe words hit me like a physical blow. I felt the air leave my lungs, my knees buckle. Jason caught me before I fell, his arms wrapping around me as I collapsed."No," I whispered. "No, no, no. She can't be gone. She can't be.""I'm so sorry, Ms. Wayne," Dr. Patel said. "She passed peacefully. She wasn't in any pain."I couldn't hear him. I couldn't hear anything except the roaring in my ears, the sound of my world shattering into a million pieces.My grandmother was dead.The only person who had ever loved me unconditionally. The only person who had ever believed in me. The only person who had stood by me through everything.She was gone.I sobbed into Jason's chest, my body shaking with grief. He held me tightly, his hand stroking my hair, his voice a soft murmur in my ear."I'm here," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here."I clung to him, the only anchor

Katherine's POVI pulled away from Jason, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. My heart was pounding, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. Mikel was here. He had come. Despite everything—despite the distance, despite the silence, despite the way we had left things—he had come."Excuse me," I whispered to Jason. "I need to have a word with him."Jason's expression tightened, his jaw clenching. "Katherine, you don't have to—""I know." I placed a hand on his arm, gentle but firm. "But I need to. Just give me a moment."He studied my face for a long moment, searching for something—reassurance, perhaps, or certainty. Whatever he found must have satisfied him, because he nodded slowly, stepping back."I'll be right here," he said quietly. "If you need me."I nodded, then turned and walked toward the corridor where Mikel had disappeared. My legs felt heavy, my chest tight with emotion. I didn't know what I was going to say. I didn't know what I wanted to hear. But I knew I couldn't

Katherine's POVThe crowd thinned slowly, friends and neighbors offering their final condolences before drifting away. I stood alone at the graveside, my hands clasped in front of me, my eyes fixed on the freshly turned earth.I had scanned the crowd during the service, my eyes searching for a familiar face. I told myself I wasn't looking for him. I told myself it didn't matter. But deep down, I knew the truth.Mikel wasn't there.He had chosen not to attend. He had chosen to stay away. And even though I tried to understand—even though I told myself that we had said everything we needed to say that night at the hospital—it still hurt. It hurt more than I wanted to admit.He should have been here. For her. For me.But he wasn't. And I had to accept that.I looked down at the grave, the tears streaming silently down my cheeks."I'm sorry, Grandma," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."The words hung in the air, heavy with guilt and grief. I had spent so many years trying to pro

Victoria's POVThe room was dim, the only light coming from the television screen flickering with old memories. I sat alone in my bedroom, a glass of wine untouched on the table beside me. It was my wedding anniversary—another year without Jonathan. Another year of emptiness.I stared at the screen, watching the video from over two decades ago. There I was, young and radiant in my white gown, my hand clasped in Jonathan's. He was smiling, his grey eyes bright with love and hope."You're my forever, Victoria. I'll never leave you."The tears streamed silently down my face. He had promised me forever. And for a while, I had believed him.The video continued, showing us cutting the cake, dancing our first dance, laughing with our families. We had been so happy. So full of hope. We had planned a life together—a family, a legacy, a future.And then Jason was born. The video cut to a montage of his first steps, his first words, his first day of school. Jonathan had been so proud. He had hel