《He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Aaliyah’s POVTears blurred my vision. The rooftop bar’s glass railing reflected the city’s glitter as I stood in the corner, my voice trembling. “Did you see them? Henry and Aurora? Is that why you kissed me earlier?” The words tore out of me, raw and desperate, as I faced Orrin. His gray eyes, usually sparking with mischief, softened with concern, his dark blond hair slightly tousled from rushing to meet me. The bar’s chatter and clinking glasses faded, and it was just us, the air heavy with my pain and a tension that made my heart race.Orrin stepped closer, his hand hovering near mine, like he wasn’t sure I’d let him touch me. “Aaliyah,” he said, his voice low and steady, “I saw Henry earlier, yeah. Recognized him from photos I found when I looked you up. I didn’t know Aurora was with him, but I figured you didn’t need to see him. That’s why I… distracted you.”The memory of his lips brushing mine in the café—soft, fleeting, but enough to set my nerves on fire—made my cheeks

Aaliyah's POV Where we met for the dinner date was Orrin’s choice. All Michelin-starred elegance with its crisp linens and soft jazz. He stood as I approached, his charcoal suit tailored to perfection, a bouquet of midnight blue roses in his hand. Their petals were soft as velvet and they caught the candlelight. My cheeks flushed. “These are stunning,” I said, cradling the roses, their faint sweetness grounding me as I sat. Orrin’s eyes, warm and steady, held mine, and I felt that pull again, the one that made me feel like I was falling for him.“Only the best for my firecracker,” he replied, his voice low, confidence radiating like heat. He leaned back, sipping a glass of red wine, utterly at ease, while my heart skittered, torn between the thrill of his attention and the uncertainty I’d wrestled with all day.The waiter poured sparkling water for me, the bubbles fizzing against the crystal, and I traced the glass’s rim, steadying myself. “So,” I began, my voice lighter than I

Henry’s POV“Aaliyah…” I slurred, my voice barely cutting through the bar’s noise. She stood there, her emerald dress catching the neon light, arms crossed, eyes burning with that same fury from the summit. My heart pounded, whiskey making my head swim. Was she really here?“Henry,” she said, sharp and cold. “Look at yourself. How pathetic.”I gripped the bar, trying to sit up, my hands shaky. “You were at the summit. I saw you. Why’d you leave? Why’re you here now?”Her lips tightened. “Why’re you here, drowning in whiskey? Where’s Aurora?”Her words stung, and I flinched, my phone buzzing with Aurora’s name. I shoved it away. “She’s not here. Aali, I—”“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, stepping closer. “You don’t get to call me that. You broke us, Henry. You don’t get to act sorry now either.”“I am sorry,” My voice cracked as I spoke. “I messed up. I didn’t know what I was losing until today. Your face, that look… it’s killing me.”She laughed, bitter. “So what? You expect me t

Orrin’s POVMy heart stopped when Aaliyah crumpled to the grass outside the chapel, her ivory gown pooling around her. Her eyes fluttered shut, and I dropped to my knees, catching her head before it hit the ground. Lisa screamed, rushing over.“Oh my God, Aaliyah!” Lisa yelled, stepping in to check her pulse. “She’s out cold! Get a car, Orrin!”I immediately carried her off the grass and rushed her to my car.I took out my phone, dialing a number, my voice tight. “I need you at Northern hospital, near Chipping Norton. My wife fainted, she’s not responding so I'm driving her there right now.” I started the engine.“Okay sir,” the operator said. “I’ll be on my way. Is she breathing?”“Yeah, she’s breathing,” I said, watching Lisa fan Aaliyah’s face at the back seat. “Just hurry.”Lisa’s eyes were wild. “What the hell happened? She was fine a second ago!”“I don’t know,” I snapped, my gut twisting. “She said she was dizzy, then…” I trailed off. When was the last time I panicked this muc

Aaliyah’s POV Last night’s panic had driven me to sneak out the next morning to a private hospital while Orrin slept. I hadn’t told him, of course not. The sterile room felt like a trap, and I wished Lisa were here, but she was meeting a client for my firm. I was alone. The door opened and a kind-faced woman with glasses stepped in, holding a chart. “Mrs. Hayes, good morning. Let’s go over your ultrasound and bloodwork.” “Is my baby okay?” I blurted. “I’m not… showing much. And I haven’t felt him move a lot. Something’s wrong, isn’t it?” She sat across from me, her smile calm. “Your baby is fine, Ma'am. Heartbeat’s strong. Growth is on track for about sixteen weeks. But there’s something we need to discuss.” I gripped the bed, my stomach dropping. “What? Just tell me.” “You have what’s called a cryptic pregnancy,” she said, flipping open the chart. “It’s rare, but your body isn’t displaying typical pregnancy signs—minimal weight gain, no obvious bump, irregular move