Winning Back My Pregnant Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Chapter 11Five years later SarahSarah stood at the kitchen island, flipping golden pancakes on the griddle while the morning sun streamed through the tall windows of their spacious apartment. Five years had changed everything, and yet some mornings still felt beautifully ordinary.“Mom! I can’t find my blue socks!” Oliver’s voice echoed from upstairs, full of five-year-old drama.“Did you check under the bed like I told you yesterday?” Sarah called back, smiling to herself.A pause. Then triumphant shouting. “Found them!”Moments later, small feet thundered down the stairs. Oliver burst into the kitchen, backpack half-zipped, his dark hair still messy from sleep. He ran straight to her and wrapped his little arms around her waist, pressing his face into her side.“Morning, Mommy.”Sarah’s heart melted, the way it did every single time. She leaned down and kissed the top of his head, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo. “Good morning, my love. Sit down before the pancakes

Julian POVJulian Sterling stood at the edge of the Crystal Ballroom, champagne glass forgotten in his hand. The gala swirled around him in a haze of silk gowns, crystal chandeliers, and laughter that felt too loud, too polished. Five years had polished the edges of his world into something sleek and cold, yet tonight the emptiness seemed to hit him heavier than usual.Genevieve moved across the dance floor in a striking red gown, her laugh rising above the orchestra like a perfect note. A silver-haired donor cut in, murmuring how breathtaking she looked. She accepted the compliment with that effortless charm that once used to set his blood on fire. Now it left him cold.A familiar voice cut through the noise.“Still hiding in corners like you’re allergic to fun? Some things never change.”Julian turned. Dominic Hale approached with that easy stride, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Dominic wasn’t just his best friend from university days. He was the man whose logistics empire kept St

Marcus I watched Sarah pause in the doorway, her gaze fixed on Oliver as he worked on a wobbly Lego tower on the rug. Maria sat beside him, but Sarah’s focus was entirely on her son. She crossed the room and knelt down, the sharp lines of her persona softening the second she touched him. She pressed a quick kiss to the top of his head. “Be good for Maria, okay? Mommy has to go out for a little while.” Oliver didn't even look up from his castle. “Okay, Mom. Can we build a bigger one when you get back?” I saw that familiar tightening in her chest—the raw, protective love she had for the boy. “Of course, baby,” she whispered. She stood up, gave Maria a grateful nod, and grabbed her coat. She looked at me then, her jaw set. Oliver was safe. He was happy. I could see it in her eyes—that was the only thing that made this entire charade worth it to her. * “Marcus.” Sarah’s fingers dig into the cashmere of my sleeve, her voice dropping into a cautious whisper. “I don’t think I can do t

MarcusSarah’s beauty is as equally captivating as it is frustrating.As Margo fusses over one of the many outfits she’s tried on, I continue to pretend to focus on my phone. Sitting in this dressing room while Sarah plays dress-up is the last thing I should be doing right now. I’ve got a never-ending to-do list thanks to the meeting with Sterling Corp tomorrow. I’m trying not to bring it up with her, but after coming home last night and using today to get her situated instead of working, there’s a list a mile long of shit I need to get done.“I don’t think I’ve disliked a single thing you picked out,” Sarah tells Margo. From the corner of my eye, I see her turn to look at herself at all angles in the mirror. She looks powerful. She looks dangerous.“I’m happy to hear that. I need to do another sweep to bring in some more options for you. Any requests while I go look?”Sarah stops spinning. I can feel her watching me through the mirror, but I fight the urge to look up and meet her eye

Sarah Marcus forcefully grabs me by the hips, spinning me to face him before I can do it myself. The sudden movement gives me no choice but to grab his forearms to steady myself. He guides our bodies across the small room, pressing me against the mirror. It’s cold against my skin, but it makes no difference to me. I’d stand in the coldest of places to have Marcus looking at me like he wants to devour every inch of me. His hands move from my waist to my neck. He isn’t gentle as he pulls my face closer to him. There’s a slight pain in my jaw where he grips me so tight, as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, the moment will end. My mouth parts with the brush of his thumb across my lips. He runs it over them again and again, making my knees weak in anticipation. “Sarah,” he rasps, his thumb finally pressing against my bottom lip. “What if Margo walks in?” I whisper, my fingers tightening in his sweater. “What if we get caught?” Marcus doesn't flinch. He just leans in, his breath hot ag