Todos los capítulos de Pregnant For My Best Friend's Rival : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Jason's POVThe drive to the café was quiet, the silence between us filled with unspoken words. Katherine stared out the window, her hand resting on her belly, her expression distant. I wanted to say something—to bridge the gap that still separated us—but I didn't know how. So I drove, letting the silence speak for itself.When I pulled up to the café, Katherine reached for the door handle."Thank you for the ride," she said, her voice flat. "I'll see you around.""Katherine—"But she was already out of the car, walking toward the entrance of the café. I watched her go, a strange ache in my chest.I pulled away from the curb, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. I had done what I could. I had helped her, driven her, made sure she was safe. It wasn't enough—it would never be enough—but it was something.I was about to turn the corner when something in my rearview mirror caught my attention.Two men were approach

Mikel's POVI sat alone in the penthouse, the silence pressing down on me like a physical weight. The accident had left me weak, my body still healing, but it was my heart that ached the most.I thought about Katherine. I thought about the contract—the six-month arrangement that had brought us together. It was supposed to be temporary, a transaction, a means to an end. But somewhere along the way, it had become something more. Something real.And now, it was ending.I thought about the accident—the moment I'd crashed into that tree, the darkness that had swallowed me whole. I'd woken up in a hospital bed, disoriented and afraid, and the first person I'd seen was Sophie.Not Katherine.She never came. She never called. She never reached out.I had held onto hope for so long, convincing myself that she would come back, that she would realize she'd made a mistake. But as the days turned into weeks, that hope had slowly

Sophie's POVI smoothed down my dress, checked my reflection in the car mirror, and walked toward the entrance of Mikel's penthouse. My heels clicked against the pavement, each step measured, and confident.He opened the door looking tired, worn down, his eyes hollow with grief. But when he saw me, something flickered in his gaze—surprise, yes, but also something else. Relief. As if he had been waiting for someone, anyone, to show up."Mikel," I said, letting my voice soften. "I hope I'm not interrupting. I was worried about you."He smiled—a small, genuine smile that made my heart leap. "Sophie. I'm glad you came."I stepped inside, letting my hand brush against his arm. "How are you feeling? Are you taking care of yourself?"He nodded, closing the door behind me. "I'm getting there. It's been... a lot."I knew exactly what that "lot" was. Katherine. But I didn't say that. Instead, I settled onto the sofa, making m

Katherine's POVI sat on the sofa in Clara's apartment, a cold mug of coffee in my hands, my mind still spinning with everything that had happened. The night had been a blur of emotions—fear, anger, confusion, and something I didn't want to name. Something that felt dangerously close to hope.Jason.I thought about the way he had looked at me when he'd claimed to be my husband. The way he had stood between me and those men, his body a shield, his voice steady and commanding. I thought about the way he had stayed in his car for hours, just to make sure I was safe.I thought about the way he had listened to me, really listened, without trying to fix me or change me. He had just... been there.He's different. He's really different.But I couldn't let myself believe it. I couldn't let myself trust him. Not yet. Not after everything he had done.And yet, there was a part of me—a small, stubborn part—that wanted to believe. That wanted to give him a chance.I was still lost in my thoughts w

Katherine's POVThe ice cream shop was a small, colorful place tucked away on a quiet corner. The walls were painted with bright murals, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of sugar and waffle cones. Olivia led the way, her energy infectious as she pointed out all the flavors."You have to try the mint chocolate chip," she said, her eyes wide with excitement. "It's the best thing in the world!"I laughed, the sound surprising me. It felt good to laugh—really laugh, without the weight of everything pressing down on me. "Mint chocolate chip it is."Jason ordered for all of us, and we found a small table by the window. Olivia sat across from me, her spoon already diving into her sundae, her words tumbling out in a joyful rush."So, school's been okay," she said, waving her spoon in the air. "We're working on this big history project, and I'm doing it on women's rights. It's so interesting—did you know that—"She launched into a detailed explanation of her project, her hands gestu