All Chapters of Divorced With His Heir In My Belly: Chapter 181 - Chapter 189

He adjusted his grip, one hand staying firmly locked under my thigh while his other hand reached down between us, guiding himself to my entrance. When he drove into me, a sharp, ragged gasp tore out of both of our throats simultaneously. The fullness of him filled the empty, aching void I had been carrying for months, a sensation so intense that tears pricked the corners of my eyes.Tyler froze for a fraction of a second, his forehead resting against mine, his chest heaving as he tried to anchor his own pacing. "Sarah," he groaned, his voice thick, rough, and completely unraveled. "You're so tight... so perfect.""Don't stop," I whispered, my hips flexing, pulling him deeper into me.He began to move, a slow, deliberate, and deeply punishing rhythm that had the iron railing vibrating behind us. Every thrust was heavy, matching the violent beat of our hearts. I held onto him like he was the only solid thing left in a world that was constantly trying to tear us apart. The cool night ai

Beside me, Tyler sat in a crisp white polo shirt, looking exceptionally handsome, though there was a subtle, dangerous tension in the way his broad shoulders shifted every time our eyes inadvertently met. We were trying to behave completely normal around the children. But the air between us felt charged with the lingering, electric memory of our bodies pressed against the stone pillar under the moonlight.To make matters worse, Rosa sat directly across from us, looking thoroughly rested, holding a teacup and letting her sharp, analytical gaze drift from my face to Tyler’s like a seasoned detective trying to decode a high-profile crime scene. A tiny, entirely too-knowing smirk played on her lips."So, Tyler," Rosa began, her voice smoothly cutting through the sound of Caleb and Leena arguing over the last blueberry pancake. "How did you sleep last night? The resort beds are supposed to be top-tier, aren't they?"Tyler swallowed a bite of his omelet, nodding with a controlled, masculine

[SARAH’S POV] The morning sun was still brutally sharp, as I pulled my sedan up the paved driveway of Tyler’s house. I came here with a very specific reason. I had given Tyler my word that I would handle Chloe, and after reading Norman’s ready-to-publish article last night, I knew I had to do it quickly. When I stepped through the front door, the house was remarkably quiet. Tyler’s head chef, a lovely woman named Tiffany, greeted me at the foyer with a surprised but respectful nod. She informed me that Chloe wasn't currently in the house, having gone out early for some appointment. Instead of turning around and leaving, I decided to wait. And while I waited, a familiar, maternal instinct took over. Tyler’s life was a chaotic storm of corporate pressure right now, and Leena was caught in the crossfire of a school week. On my way over, I had stopped at a local organic market, filling the trunk of my car with fresh produce. "Tiffany," I said, rolling up the sleeves of my silk blous

[Tyler's POV] "Miss Rider, please! You can't just walk in here without an appointment! Mr. Rider is busy." I could hear my secretary, Evelyn, shouting from behind my door. I didn't lift my head from the legal briefs spread across my desk immediately. I took a slow, deliberate breath, closing my eyes for a single second to brace myself. The moment I caught the sharp, aggressive scent of Chloe’s expensive French perfume, I already knew exactly what had transpired. Sarah had gone to the house like she said she would, and the storm had officially made land fall. I raised my eyes, resting my elbows on the polished glass surface of my desk, and gave Evelyn a calm, reassuring nod. "It’s alright, Evelyn. Leave us alone. Close the doors behind you and clear my schedule for the next thirty minutes." Evelyn looked immensely relieved, nodding hurriedly before retreating and pulling the heavy doors shut with a soft, decisive click. The silence that followed was thick, suffocating, and vibrati