All Chapters of Divorced With His Heir In My Belly: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Tyler's POV I sat by the window, my eyes tracing the steady stream of morning commuters hurrying past on the sidewalk, their faces buried in coats to block out the crisp New York breeze. The young café attendant approached my table, her apron neat, carrying a silver tray. She offered a warm, professional smile. "Can I get you started with anything while you wait, sir?" "Just a black coffee, please," I murmured, keeping my tone polite but distant enough to discourage any prolonged conversation. "Thank you." She smiled, nodding efficiently before turning on her heel to fetch the order. I checked the time on my watch. He was behind schedule. A few seconds later, the bell above the heavy glass entrance chimed, and a familiar figure stepped into the warmth of the café. Norman. He scanned the room with an easy, unbothered confidence that made my jaw instantly tighten. Spotting me by the window, his lips pulled into a casual, performative smile as he walked over, sliding into the lea

Tyler's POV The quiet inside my townhouse felt entirely different without the chaotic, beautiful noise of Caleb and Leena running down the hallways. The expansive living room was bathed in the gray light of the late afternoon, the heavy silence between Sarah and me magnified by the sheer weight of everything we were hiding from the rest of the world.I stood by the marble fireplace, a half-empty glass of scotch resting in my hand, watching Sarah as she sat on the leather sofa. She looked remarkably composed, dressed in a sharp ivory blazer that practically radiated executive control, but I knew her too well. I could see the tight, almost imperceptible line of her shoulders, the way her fingers traced the edge of her phone with a rhythmic, mechanical precision."I appreciate you driving out here without a detail, Sarah," I began, my voice low as I took a slow sip of the amber liquid. I leaned against the mantle, my mind already racing through the legal defenses we had drawn up over th

Our relationship had always been thin, stretched to its absolute breaking point by years of silent battles, control games, and his relentless, suffocating desire to mold me into a carbon copy of himself. To Byron Rider, business wasn't just a career, and he had always viewed my collaborative, trusting nature as a fundamental flaw in the family bloodline.Yet, as I stood by the towering bookshelves, my fingers tightly tracing the edge of the manila envelope Sam had compiled, I knew there was only one man in the entire tri-state area who truly understood how to handle a betrayal of this magnitude. Irrespective of the decades of resentment between us, irrespective of his controlling nature, my father had spent his entire life swimming in a dark ocean filled with corporate sharks. If I wanted to survive this structural collapse, I needed the perspective of the apex predator who had taught me how to walk.My father sat behind his massive, carved oak desk, his silver hair immaculate, his ta

Tyler's POV We were alone in my primary corner office at the Rider Group headquarters. I've not had a one on one conversation with Miller since the last time he was at mines. all of our transactions has been on phone mainly because I fear I might punch him in the face when I do. "The Madrid venue is completely secured, Tyler," Miller said, his voice carrying that familiar, smooth assurance that had earned my absolute trust for nearly a decade. He slid a sleek leather portfolio across the table, his eyes bright with a sharp, calculating enthusiasm. "The digital broadcast feeds are mirrored across three European financial networks. When you step up to deliver the opening address for the Spain retail contracts, the live translation will sync perfectly for the international brokers. It’s going to be flawless." I sat perfectly still in my high-backed leather chair, my hands folded loosely over my stomach. It took every ounce of executive discipline I possessed to keep my breathing stea

She pulled her hand back, burying her face in her palms as a fresh wave of grief took hold of her small frame. "I wished my mommy was here today. I miss her so much, Sarah. I miss my mommy."A profound, aching sadness washed through me, tight and suffocating. Without a second thought, I slid off the metal chair and pulled her small, shaking body directly into a tight embrace. Her fingers gripped the back of my coat, her entire frame heaving as she let the rest of the grief pour out of her.I rocked her smoothly back and forth under the shade of the banyan tree, resting my chin against her dark curls, my own eyes burning with unshed tears. Gently, I loosened my grip and pulled back just enough to look at her face."Look at me, Leena," I murmured, my voice steady, grounded, and overflowing with an absolute, undeniable warmth. "Listen to me very carefully, sweet girl. I understand exactly how you are feeling right now, and I want you to know that your feelings are totally valid.”She sn