All Chapters of Pregnant For My Best Friend's Rival : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Sophie's POVThe Allison estate loomed before me, a grand monument to old money and faded glory. I walked through the front doors, my heels clicking against the marble floor, exhaustion pulling at every muscle in my body. But underneath the fatigue was a thread of triumph—I'd done it. I'd been there for Mikel when he needed someone most.My mother, Margaret, was waiting for me in the sitting room. She was seated in her favorite armchair, a cup of tea in her hand, her silver hair swept back in an elegant chignon. Her eyes swept over me, cataloging my appearance, my mood, my secrets."Sophie." Her voice was warm but measured. "You're back. How is he?"I sank into the chair across from her, letting out a long breath. "He's getting better. He was discharged today. He's back at the penthouse, resting."Margaret nodded slowly, her expression unreadable. "And you've been at his bedside this entire time?""Every day," I said, a hint

Katherine's POV The café was quiet in the late afternoon, the lunch rush long over. I moved between tables, wiping down surfaces and collecting empty cups, my movements mechanical, my mind elsewhere. Mikel. His name echoed in my thoughts, a constant ache that never quite faded. I missed him—his voice, his warmth, the way he looked at me like I was the most important person in the world. I missed the sound of his laugh, the feel of his arms around me, the way he made me feel safe. I'd been telling myself I did the right thing. That leaving was the only way to protect him. But the ache in my heart told a different story. What if he's moved on? What if he's forgotten me? I shook my head, pushing the thoughts away. I couldn't think like that. I'd made my choice, and I had to live with it. A customer called out for another coffee, and I forced a smile, moving to help them. My bab

Brenda's POV I sat in my living room, a glass of wine in my hand, watching Eleanor O'Connor's interview with a triumphant smile spreading across my face. This was exactly what I wanted to hear. Exactly what I'd been waiting for. Katherine being publicly erased from the O'Connor fortune. Ex-wife. Mistake. Unfortunate circumstance. The words were music to my ears. I felt a surge of vindication, a deep, satisfying warmth that spread through my chest. All the scheming, all the manipulation, all the years of watching Katherine get everything she wanted—it had finally paid off. She was out of the picture. She was nothing. She's done. She's finally done. I set down my wine glass and reached for my phone, my fingers flying across the screen as I dialed Sophie's number. She answered on the second ring. "Sophie. Tell me you saw it." "I saw it." Sophie's voice was calm,

Mikel's POVI descended the stairs slowly, my footsteps echoing in the grand foyer. The weight of the conversation with my mother still pressed down on me, but I forced myself to push it aside. I couldn't let Sophie see me like this—broken, wounded, still clinging to the ghost of a love that had walked away.When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I stopped.Sophie was standing in the center of the foyer, bathed in the soft glow of the chandelier. She was wearing a dress that was undeniably seductive—a deep crimson number that hugged every curve, the neckline plunging just enough to be dangerous, the hem falling just above her knees. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, and her lips were painted a shade of red that matched her dress perfectly.She was radiant, and Stunning. And I couldn't help but notice.Damn.I felt my breath catch for just a moment, a flicker of heat stirring in my chest. I forced i

Jason's POVMrs. Wayne's expression shifted, a hint of concern flickering in her eyes. "Katherine has been staying with a friend called Clara for the past couple of weeks. But she's been... distant lately. She doesn't call or visit as much as she used to. I can tell something's wrong."I felt a pang of guilt as I could almost tell that Mrs. Wayne wasn't aware of what was going on with Katherine."Did she tell you anything?" I asked, trying not to sound like I was the one to bust Katherine."She doesn't tell me everything." Mrs. Wayne sighed softly. "She always tries to protect me. But I can see it in her eyes. She's hurting, Jason. The last time she came to visit, it was written all over her face.I sat beside Mrs. Wayne's bed, my hands clasped together, my heart heavy with concern. The worry in her eyes mirrored my own, and I knew I couldn't leave without finding out where Katherine was."Mrs. Wayne," I said gently, "do you