บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant for my Ex Billionaire: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 18

Morning arrived with no drama and no raised voices. That alone felt unnatural.I woke to the sound of Casper speaking quietly on the phone in the next room. The security detail in the hallway had changed shifts. A new nurse arrived at eight, completed the checks, and left a written summary on the counter without unnecessary conversation. Breakfast came up twenty minutes later. I ate what I could.Casper finished his call and walked in holding a legal pad and a thin stack of printed emails.“My lawyers filed the injunction at six this morning,” he said. “It blocks any unilateral release of personal footage and freezes changes to the living arrangement until after the hearing. That buys us the day. It doesn’t guarantee the outcome.”He set the papers on the table. “I need your statement. Everything Emma and my mother said. Every threat. Every time they tried to limit my access or pressure you. Be precise. Dates and wording matter.”I spent the next two hours writing. Casper sat across f

The first meeting started at ten sharp.Dr. Helen Cho was younger than I expected, mid-forties, calm, and impossible to read. She sat at the head of a small table with a single folder and a digital recorder. Casper and I took one side. Emma and her lawyer took the other. Margaret was not present. That felt deliberate.Dr. Cho began without preamble. “My role is independent oversight for the next thirty days. I report to the clinic, not to either party. Today I need a clear picture of the current living arrangement, communication patterns, and any stressors that could affect the pregnancy.”Emma’s lawyer spoke first, measured and careful. He described late-night contacts, the move to a restricted floor, and the emotional history between Casper and me as ongoing complications. He framed the secure floor as isolation rather than protection.Casper’s lawyer answered with the documented threats, the forced ultrasound, and the clinic’s own interim decision that the living arrangement was ac

I didn’t wait for Casper to finish the next round of security calls.While he was in the other room speaking to his lawyers, I pulled out the folder of original clinic documents I had kept since the day I signed the contract. Most of it was standard. Consent forms. Hormone schedules. Emergency contacts. Near the back was a thin set of copies from the embryo transfer itself. Emma had handled the early coordination. I had only been asked to appear for the final confirmation and the procedure.I spread the pages on the counter and read them again with slower attention. Transfer date. Physician name. Lab reference number. A short chain-of-custody note. Everything looked ordinary. Then I noticed a small discrepancy in the reference codes. The lab number on the transfer summary did not fully match the number listed on the preliminary screening report from earlier in the week. The difference was only two digits, something easy to miss if no one was looking for it.I photographed both pages a

The words stayed in my head long after the screen went dark.You were never the primary transfer. You were the backup.I sat in the passenger seat with the phone face down on my thigh and tried to make the pieces fit. Five years ago Emma had already been planning an accelerated fertility path. The memo proved that. The handwritten note proved she expected me to be gone. The forty-seven-minute gap in the chain of custody now looked less like a clerical error and more like a deliberate window. Someone had prepared a secondary route and then, years later, used me to walk through it.Casper pulled the car into the private garage beneath the building and shut off the engine. He didn’t speak right away. When he did, his voice was low and controlled.“We go upstairs. We lock the floor. Then we pull every record from the original clinic file before anyone can move them again.”I nodded. My lower abdomen still carried the dull pressure from the overnight cramp, a quiet reminder that my body wa