All Chapters of YOURS UNAPOLOGETICALLY : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Chloe's pov. “Take them off and lie down,” the doctor said. I stood frozen for a moment, the paper gown suddenly feeling far too thin. He was male. Last night, I spoke to a female doctor on the phone and assumed she would be examining me in the room today. The reality of a man standing there in a white coat, waiting, made my stomach tighten. Did he mean my underwear? The thought flashed through my mind, ridiculous and mortifying at once. “Do I… have to?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me over the rim of his glasses, expression calm but unyielding. “Yes. Unless you’d rather I examine you through them.” The dry sarcasm in his tone made heat rush to my face.I turned away, fingers clumsy as I slid the thin fabric down my legs and stepped out of it. The cool air of the room touched skin that had never been seen by a man before. My cheeks burned as I walked to the exam chair and sat, the paper crinkling loudly under me. I kept my knees pressed togethe

Richard’s POV Grandpa had sprained his leg that morning, and Mum had been on my case ever since, her voice tight with that particular mix of concern and calculation I had learned to recognise years ago. Go see him, she said. Spend time with the family. As if I didn’t already know exactly what they were up to. Ever since the family took over the hospitals, the conversation at every gathering had narrowed to one theme: the next generation. Grandchildren had become the new expansion plan—another acquisition, another branch of the empire. Subtle questions about my calendar, not-so-subtle reminders about marriage, the occasional pointed glance at whatever woman happened to be standing near me. They wanted heirs the way other families wanted quarterly growth. Unfortunately for them, I still had businesses to run, deals to close, and an empire that did not pause for romance or babies. Neither was on my agenda. On my way out of the hospital I stopped by the gynaecology department to see

Chloe’s POV I went to work the next day the way I always did—coffee in hand, spine straight, expression carefully blank. For the first few hours, I managed to avoid him, slipping into meetings, answering emails with mechanical focus, and keeping my body angled away from the glass wall of his office. It didn’t matter. Richard had decided the game was over. Every time I passed his doorway, his gaze locked on me, heavy and deliberate. Before I’d left the house that morning I’d hired a private investigator. The man had been discreet, professional, and expensive. By the time Rachel walked down the aisle, I would have everything—photographs, timestamps, and hotel receipts. The grand reveal would land like a blade on her wedding day. That knowledge should have steadied me. It didn’t. Not when Richard’s presence still pressed against the edges of my concentration like a bruise, I couldn’t stop touching. The intercom crackled. “Chloe. My office. Now.” My pulse jumped hard enough th

Chloe’s POV The dull, lingering ache between my thighs woke me before the light did. A deep, insistent throb that answered every restless shift of the sheets. Richard’s body still lived inside mine—his weight, the brutal stretch of him, the way he’d driven into me until I could have sworn I felt the blunt press of him against my womb. My hand drifted low of its own accord, fingertips brushing the tender, swollen heat that hadn’t fully cooled. Panic flickered beneath the satisfaction, sharp and cold. I couldn’t risk it. Not now. Not when everything still hung on the divorce and the shares locked behind those papers. I slipped from the bed, swallowed the emergency pill with a grimace of cold water, and pulled on the shirt he’d left me. Soft, oversized, still carrying the faint spice of his cologne and the warmer, saltier scent of his skin. It hung to mid-thigh, a quiet claim I wasn’t ready to examine. William was already on the sofa when I entered the sitting room, legs crossed, ph