All Chapters of Married to my Ex's Billionaire Father: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ethan found out about the baby from Arthur.Of all people.He was standing outside the conference room when Arthur walked past him, smiling.“Congratulations.”Ethan frowned.“For what?”Arthur stopped.The smile disappeared.“Oh.”Something cold moved through Ethan’s chest.“What?”Arthur hesitated.“Nothing.”“Arthur.”The older man looked uncomfortable.Ethan knew immediately.Something had happened.Something involving his father.Or Maya.These days, usually both.“What happened?”Arthur sighed.“I assumed you knew.”“Knew what?”A pause.Then Arthur said it.“Maya is pregnant.”Everything stopped.Ethan stared at him.“What?”Arthur’s face tightened.“I’m sorry. I thought someone had told you.”Pregnant.The word refused to make sense.“Maya?”“Yes.”“With…”He couldn’t finish.Arthur didn’t need him to.“Yes.”Ethan looked away.For several seconds, neither man spoke.“When?”“I don’t know the details.”“How far?”“I really don’t know.”Ethan nodded.Once.Then walked away.He

Two weeks later, I learned pregnancy had one major design flaw.Morning sickness had been badly named.It did not respect mornings.It respected nothing.I threw up at six.Then eleven.Then three thirty in Damon’s private bathroom at Bennett Global.He stood outside the door.“Maya?”“I’m fine.”“You’re vomiting.”“I noticed.”“Should I come in?”“No.”“Do you need water?”“No.”“Crackers?”Pause.“Yes.”Footsteps disappeared immediately.I smiled despite myself.When I emerged, crackers were waiting.So was Damon.He looked worried.“I called the doctor.”“You what?”“She wants to see you.”“Why?”“You’re vomiting more.”“It happens.”“She wants to check.”I sighed.“When?”“Four thirty.”I looked at the clock.“Damon, it’s four.”“I know.”“You already arranged it.”“Yes.”I pointed a cracker at him.“You’re becoming dangerous.”“I’m efficient.”At four twenty-seven, we entered the clinic.The doctor examined me.Everything seemed fine.“You’re keeping fluids down?”“Yes.”“Eating?

I had been upstairs for exactly eleven minutes when I realized I was a terrible person.I wanted to eavesdrop.Not dramatically.I wasn’t planning to lie on the floor with my ear against the door.I simply wanted water.Water happened to be downstairs.Near the living room.Where Damon and Ethan were talking.Completely innocent.I made it as far as the hallway before stopping myself.“No.”I turned around.Then my stomach growled.Fine.Watermelon.That was downstairs too.Pregnancy had spoken.I walked quietly down the stairs.Their voices reached me before I saw them.“I was angry with you for years.”Ethan.I stopped.This was not my conversation.I should leave.Then Damon spoke.“I know.”“No, you don’t.”Silence.“You think I was angry because you worked too much.”“Weren’t you?”“That was part of it.”I closed my eyes.Go upstairs, Maya.Instead, I heard Ethan continue.“I was angry because every time you came home, you tried to fix everything with money.”Damon said nothing.

At ten weeks pregnant, I woke up wanting chips.Not fries.Chips.The cheap, salty kind from a paper bag.At eight in the morning.Damon stared at me.“Chips.”“Yes.”“For breakfast.”“Yes.”He checked the time.“Where do we get chips at eight?”I shrugged.“You’re the billionaire.”He stared.I smiled sweetly.“Interesting.”“What?”“Money is suddenly useful.”“Only for chips.”He got out of bed.I grabbed his arm.“I’m joking.”“I’m not.”“Damon.”“You want chips.”“I also want you here.”He stopped.I pulled him back.“Stay.”That worked every time.He climbed into bed.I curled against him.“Better?”“Yes.”His hand moved to my stomach.A tiny curve had started appearing.Barely anything.But Damon had noticed.Of course.He noticed everything.“You’re showing.”“I’m bloated.”“You’re beautiful.”I rolled my eyes.“You’re biased.”“Completely.”He kissed me.Slowly.I moved closer.His hand slipped around my waist.The kiss deepened.Then he pulled away.I frowned.“What?”“The ba

For several seconds, nobody spoke.Rachel's words echoed through my mind.She's Ethan's biological mother.I looked from her to Damon.Neither of them could meet my eyes.Rachel sat on the edge of the chair, her hands tightly clasped in her lap.Damon stood beside the fireplace, shoulders rigid, looking as though he wished he were anywhere else.I pointed to the sofa."Sit."He obeyed immediately.Good.If he thought standing made him less guilty, he was mistaken.I looked back at Rachel."You said Ethan is your son.""Yes.""You and Damon...""Were together.""For how long?""Eight months."I blinked.Eight months.That wasn't some forgotten fling.That was a relationship.I turned to Damon."You never mentioned her.""I know.""You've told me stories about university.""I know.""You even told me about failing accounting."His mouth twitched."I did.""But somehow you forgot the woman you dated for eight months?"His expression fell again."No."Rachel drew a slow breath."I got pre