Todos os capítulos de Pregnant For My Best Friend's Rival : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Katherine's POVThe television screen glowed in the dim light of the house, and I couldn't look away. I couldn't blink. I couldn't even breathe.My face stared back at me—younger, desperate, broken. The grainy footage showed me on stage, dancing for strangers, my body moving in ways I'd long since tried to forget. The club lights flashed, the music pulsed, and there I was, stripped of every shred of dignity I'd fought so hard to rebuild.How? How did they get this?I felt the blood drain from my face, my hands trembling as I gripped the edge of the sofa. The reporter's voice droned on, relentless, painting me as a gold-digger, a fraud, a woman who had seduced the O'Connor heir to escape her miserable life."Katherine O'Connor's past has finally caught up with her," the anchor said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Sources close to the family reveal that the O'Connor heir's wife was once a stripper, working in some of Chicago'

Eleanor's POVThe television screen flickered with the image of my son, standing at the podium, defending that woman as if she were some kind of saint. I watched with barely contained fury, my hands gripping the arms of my chair so tightly my knuckles turned white.How dare he? How dare he humiliate this family like this?I had warned him. I had told him from the very beginning that Katherine Wayne was trouble. A commoner. A gold-digger. A woman with a past that would inevitably come back to haunt us.And now, here it was, splashed across every screen in the country. The O'Connor name, dragged through the mud because of my son's foolishness.I picked up my phone and dialed his number, my fingers trembling with rage.He answered on the second ring. "Mother.""Mikel." My voice was cold, sharp as a blade. "I saw your press conference.""I know you did, Mother.""Are you out of your mind?" I rose from

Katherine's POVI walked away from Mikel, my steps slow and heavy, each one feeling like I was leaving a piece of my heart behind. I didn't look back. I couldn't. If I looked back, I would break, and I needed to be strong. For him. For us. For whatever was left of the life we'd built together.I made it to the bedroom and closed the door behind me, leaning against it as the tears finally spilled over. I pressed my hand to my mouth, stifling the sobs that threatened to escape. I couldn't let him hear me. I couldn't let him know how much this was destroying me.Because I was doing the right thing. I had to believe that. I was protecting him from the mess I'd made of his life.I pushed off from the door and walked to the closet, my hands trembling as I pulled out a small suitcase. I didn't have much—I'd never had much. A few clothes, some photographs, the pearl earrings Mikel had given me. I packed quickly, trying not to think about what I was d

Mikel's POVThe boardroom of O'Connor Global was a cathedral of power—all glass and chrome, with a view of the Chicago skyline that stretched for miles. I'd sat at the head of this table many times before, commanding respect, making decisions that shaped the future of the empire.But today, the table felt like a battlefield.I stood at the head of the table, my hands resting on the polished wood, my expression calm despite the storm raging inside me. The board members were assembled around the table, their faces a mixture of anger, disappointment, and barely concealed contempt."Mr. O'Connor." Harold Sterling, the senior board member, rose to his feet. His voice was cold, cutting through the silence like a blade. "We've called this meeting to discuss the recent... developments."I met his gaze, my voice steady. "I'm aware of why we're here, Harold.""Are you?" Another board member, a sharp-faced woman named Cynthia Vanc

Mikel's POVI tried to open my eyes, but the harsh fluorescent glow burned through my eyelids, forcing me to squint. My head throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, and my body felt heavy, weighted down by something I couldn't quite identify.Where am I? What happened?I tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through my chest, stealing my breath. I gasped, my eyes snapping open, and I was met with the sterile white ceiling of a hospital room.A hospital. I was in a hospital.I turned my head slowly, the movement sending another wave of pain through my skull. And then I saw her.Sophie Allison was sitting beside my bed, her blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, her eyes red-rimmed as if she'd been crying. She was holding my hand, her grip warm and familiar."Mikel." Her voice was soft, filled with relief. "You're awake. Thank God."I stared at her, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing. "Sophie