All Chapters of THE WIFE HE NEVER EXPECTED : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81Elena’s POVThe next morning felt lighter.Not perfect. Just lighter. I woke before Damien for once and watched him for a few seconds before he opened his eyes.“How long have you been awake?” he asked.“A few minutes.”“You should have woken me.”“You needed rest too.”He reached out and rested his hand over my stomach without thinking. Careful. Natural.“Any pain?” he asked.“No. Just hungry.”His mouth curved. “That, I can fix.”Damien’s POVBreakfast was simple. Eggs. Fruit. Toast.Elena ate more than she had the day before, which eased something in me. Maria kept the kitchen quiet and steady.“I confirmed the follow-up appointment,” I told her. “Day after tomorrow. Morning.”She nodded. “Good. My mom will want the time.”“I’ll send it to her.”Elena gave me a small smile. “You’re getting good at this.”“At what?”“Including people. Not only handling everything alone.”I poured her more juice instead of answering directly. Including her mother was easy. Including my own

Chapter 83Damien’s POVElena did not wait for me to move first.She kissed me hard, fingers curling into my shirt, body pressing into mine like she had been holding this back for days. Every careful rule in my head tried to rise. The hospital. The scans. The baby.Then her mouth opened under mine, and caution stopped being enough to keep me still.I kissed her back, slower than she wanted, deeper than I should have allowed myself. When I lifted her, she made a soft sound against my lips.“Bedroom,” she whispered.“Yes.”“And don’t start thinking halfway there.”“I’m already thinking.”She pulled back just enough to look at me. “Then think about me. Not the worst case version of me.”Elena’s POVHe carried me like I weighed nothing, but even that felt careful.In the room, he set me down on the bed and kissed me again, slower now, as if every second needed permission. My hands went to his shirt buttons. He went to the edge of my top, then paused.“Tell me if anything feels wrong,” he

Chapter 85Elena’s POVThe silence in the ultrasound room stretched too long.Damien’s hand tightened around mine. I could barely breathe through it.Then the doctor adjusted the probe again and the frown eased.“There,” he said. “Heartbeat is strong. Growth is on track for this stage. The earlier hospital notes made us cautious, but what I’m seeing now looks reassuring.”Air left my lungs all at once.“So the baby is fine?” I asked.“Yes.” He turned the screen slightly so we could see the soft flicker. “This is what we wanted. Stable pregnancy. No current cause for alarm.”Damien did not speak immediately. When I looked up at him, his eyes were fixed on the screen like he was afraid the image might disappear if he blinked.“You’re sure?” he asked.“As sure as we can be at this stage,” the doctor said. “Keep resting when you need to, stay hydrated, and continue follow up as scheduled. But yes. The baby looks fine.”Damien’s POVFine. One word, and the pressure in my chest loosened har

Elena’s POVKane Global CEO’s wife expecting first childUnder it was my name. Under that was a photo of us from months ago, cropped tight like it belonged to the story. I read it once. Then again. My hands started shaking before my brain caught up.“Damien,” I called.He came out of the study halfway through putting on his watch. One look at my face and he crossed the room.“What happened?”I turned the screen to him.For a second he said nothing. Then his jaw set so hard I heard him breathe through his nose.“Victor,” he said.Damien’s POVI didn’t need proof to know who it started.By the time I opened my laptop, the story was already on three business pages and two gossip sites. Congratulatory posts were climbing under them. Some used my name. Some used Elena’s. One called the baby “the future of Kane Global,” like my child had been hired before it was born.My phone rang.Marcus.“I’m seeing it,” I said before he spoke.“It’s everywhere,” he answered. “Board chat blew up an hour

Damien’s POVThe rest of the drive home passed in silence.Elena did not ask questions she already knew the answers to. Victor had called an emergency board meeting. That meant he was not finished. It meant the quietness we had fought for all day was only temporary.When we got inside the penthouse, Elena put her bag down and faced me.“What does he want from a board meeting?”“Control,” I said. “If he frames this as a company concern, he gets other men in the room to pressure me.”“Pressure you into what?”“Public handling. Statements. Image management. Anything that makes our child look like part of Kane Global business.”Her face tightened. “I am so tired of this.”“I know.”“No, Damien. I am tired in a way sleep will not fix it.”I pulled her close and rested my chin on her hair. She let me, but her body stayed tense.Elena’s POVI changed clothes, washed my face, and still could not settle.Every time things slowed down, Victor found another door. First the board members. Then th