All Chapters of My Twin and Fiancé Betrayed Me, So I married His Rival: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

*Elena's POV*The pizza was still warm.That was the thing I focused on when Andrea walked in — the warmth of the box on my lap, the comfortable weight of Liam beside me, the easy quiet of a room that had been perfectly fine approximately three seconds ago.And then the door opened.Andrea stood in the frame in a silk co-ord that probably cost more than most people's rent, one of her hand rested on the doorknob, her eyes moving across the room with the slow, deliberate sweep of someone taking inventory of something that bothered them.She looked at the pizza.She looked at the television.She looked at Liam.And then she looked at me."Elena." My name in her mouth was pleasant and light and completely loaded. "Could you give us a moment? I need to speak with Liam privately."I took a bite of my pizza.Chewed quietly and slowly. Then I swallowed.Liam said nothing beside me. I could feel him watching, still and quiet, waiting.A few weeks ago — maybe even a few days ago I would have

*Elena's POV*---I saw him before he saw me.That gave me exactly two seconds to decide whether to turn and walk the other way.I didn't though."Elena."His voice stopped me at the edge of the parking lot, with my bag in hand, sun in my eyes. I turned slowly.Alexander was standing a few feet away, dressed like he had come from a meeting, his tie was loosened, and his jacket was over one arm. He looked at me the way he always looked at me now ....like something he had lost and couldn't stop reaching for."I don't have time for this," I said."Make time.""What do you want?"He closed the distance before I could finish. Not aggressively, but he was too close."I keep thinking about it," he said. "You and our baby. All of it. I cannot stop thinking about it, Elena."I scoffed. Is this man out of his fucking mind? Who and what gave him the mind to speak to me about this?. He has to be high on some shit, I'm sure..."That's not my problem.""But it is my child."The words landed flat a

**Alexander's POV**The report landed on my desk at 9:47 AM.My head was still paying the price for last night. This particular head ache sat between my eyes, radiating outwards and had no interest in being ignored. I took a cold shower, a cup of coffee and pain killers but that helped nothing.And then Marcus, my head of research walked in and placed a folder on my desk with the quiet, careful energy of a man delivering something he was not entirely sure how I was going to receive."What's this?" I asked."The competitive analysis you requested on White Industries," he said. "It's a full breakdown. It contains their net worth projections, portfolio holdings, acquisition history, market share and many more." He paused at the door. "It's extensive, sir."I opened it without looking up.The first page was a summary. Standard format. Company name, founding date, sector breakdown, revenue streams. I scanned it the way I scanned everything ; fast, looking for the number that mattered most

**Alexander's POV**"I am carrying your child, Alexander. Or have you completely forgotten that?"I had barely set my bag down.The door was still swinging shut behind me and Eliza was already in the middle of the room, with her arms folded, her eyes burning, looking like she had been rehearsing this moment for the last six hours and was not going to let my arrival timing derail it."Good evening to you too," I said."Don't do that." She stepped forward. "Don't walk in here and make it casual. I have been waiting all day...""I know you have." I moved past her toward the kitchen. "I can see that."She followed me. Of course she followed me."You have barely spoken to me since I told you. You walk past me in this house like I am furniture. Like what I said to you meant nothing.""It meant something." I turned around and faced her. "That is the problem, Eliza. It meant a great deal. Which is why I need to be sure."Her eyes narrowed. "Sure of what?""Sure that it's mine."The room crack

**Elena's POV**"I cannot believe I let you talk me into this.""You agreed," Liam said, holding the gym door open with the energy of a man who had won a very long negotiation and was savouring it."Under duress.""You set the terms yourself.""I said I would only come if you came with me." I waddled through the door and immediately resented the smell . It smelled of rubber and effort and people who made voluntary choices about their mornings. "That was a condition. Not an agreement.""Those are the same thing.""They are absolutely not the same thing."The gym was bright and spacious and full of people who had clearly been awake since five AM and were very pleased about it. I looked at them the way a person looks at something they cannot relate to on any fundamental level.Liam was already at the equipment section, pulling out a light resistance band and laying it on a mat like a man who had a plan and had consulted the colour-coded pregnancy book before arriving."Start here," he sa