All Chapters of Pregnant and Rejected, Now She’s Back!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Brynn’s POV Brynn’s team brings in a new publicist to manage the press fallout from the shooting. Her name is Lena Brooks, mid-thirties, sharp-eyed, with the kind of dry humor that survives a crisis instead of folding under it. She arrives in an Uber at the production office Monday morning with a leather portfolio and a tablet, wearing a blazer that probably costs more than my monthly rent and carrying an attitude that suggests she’s solved worse problems before breakfast. She walks into the conference room like she owns it and doesn’t ask for permission. She doesn’t introduce herself to anyone except me. She just starts rearranging the entire press strategy within an hour, moving people around, reassigning responsibilities, consolidating talking points. She tells my communications director that his current statement is “aggressively defensive” and therefore useless. She tells my PR coordinator that she’s going to take point on all media inquiries. She tells my team that if anyone t

Seth’s POV I find the prop manager outside a coffee shop two blocks from the studio lot, off the clock, alone. Her name is Priya and I’ve been tracking her for a week. I know her schedule because I’ve memorized it. I know where she goes when she’s not on set—there’s a yoga studio on Thursdays where she arrives looking tense and leaves looking slightly less destroyed, a Thai restaurant on Tuesdays where she sits by herself and reads, a gym every other day where she looks like she’s working out rage more than fitness. I know she hasn’t been sleeping properly because her social media is a trail of exhausted selfies and vague posts about guilt and responsibility and carrying things she wasn’t meant to carry. She’s not handling this well. She’s carrying something she wasn’t equipped to carry, and it’s starting to break her. I’ve been waiting for the right moment. The moment when she’s alone. The moment when she’s vulnerable. The moment when the weight of what she’s done has worn her down

Seth’s POV Lena corners me in the hallway outside Brynn’s office on a Friday afternoon. I’m walking from a meeting, carrying a stack of documents that I’m not even reading, moving on autopilot through the day. She steps out of the break room with a coffee cup in her hand and plants herself directly in my path with the kind of casual confidence that suggests she’s been planning this exact moment. She’s been working here for less than a week and she’s already carved out a space in everyone’s routine. She’s everywhere and nowhere—in meetings, in conversations, shaping the narrative around the shooting with the precision of someone who understands exactly how the media thinks. She’s also noticed things. She’s noticed more than I’ve been trying to hide. “What did you find at the coffee shop?” she asks without preamble. I stop walking. The documents in my hands suddenly feel very heavy. I wasn’t expecting her to ask directly. I wasn’t expecting her to confront me about something that’s

Cassia’s POV Helena calls Cassia three days later and the tone is different. Cassia is in her office when the call comes through. She’s been waiting for it, checking her phone every few minutes, trying to work while half her attention is on the silence from Helena’s house. Three days of wondering whether Helena is going to destroy her. Three days of anxiety that she hasn’t allowed herself to acknowledge. Three days of going through her company’s financial records and calculating what she can afford to lose. When the call comes, Cassia answers on the first ring. She’s been holding her breath without realizing it. “I want out completely,” Helena says without preamble. No hello, no small talk, no acknowledgment of the time that’s passed since they last spoke. Just the statement, direct and final, like she’s been rehearsing it for three days and can’t afford to soften it with pleasantries. “Out?” Cassia repeats, though she understands perfectly what Helena means. She understands too w

Seth’s POV I lay everything out for Brynn that evening. She’s at her house with the door locked and the curtains drawn. We sit in her living room with the lights dimmed and I go through everything systematically, like I’m laying out evidence in a courtroom. Like I’m a lawyer presenting a case. Like we’re building something that’s going to stand up under scrutiny. Priya’s information narrowing toward Vivienne’s assistant. The timeline of contact. The specific threats that were made. The amount of money that was paid. The meticulous way that this was orchestrated down to the smallest detail. All of it points to Vivienne, but it also points beyond Vivienne. It points to someone who had the resources to hire someone to hire someone. It points to layers of separation designed to protect the actual person responsible. It points to someone who understood exactly how to create plausible deniability. And then Brynn shows me the photograph. She’s been carrying it since it arrived. She’s bee