All Chapters of The CEO And His Ex Contracted Wife : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 132.I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, the darkness enveloping me. I twisted the lamp switch in my hand, the light flickering on and off in a steady rhythm. The rhythmic flickering calmed my racing thoughts, and I let my mind drift. I thought about Diva and the predicament I was in. I thought about Franco and the hold he had over me. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't come up with a solution.A million questions swirled through my head. Was it really Franco who had betrayed me, or had I betrayed myself by getting involved with him in the first place? Had I been foolish to think that he could ever truly love me, when he already had Diva in his life? I wondered if I had been selfish, only thinking about my feelings and not considering the consequences of my actions. I knew I had made a mistake, but I wasn't certain how to fix it.The thought of Diva and Franco getting married was like a punch in the gut. I had never considered the possibility of them having

Ivery’s POV.I struggled against his grip, trying to free myself. I thrashed and fought, but he was too strong. Just when I was about to give up, I managed to twist myself free. I stood, gasping for breath, staring at him in disbelief. “What does it mean?” I demanded, my voice trembling with anger.“What are you doing with Owen?” he demanded, a scowl on his face. I rolled my eyes. “You don't answer a question with a question,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.“I don't have time for this,” he said, his voice sharp. “What were you doing with him?” he asked again, his eyes narrowing. I scoffed. “And you think I have time to play games?” I retorted. He balled his hands into fists, his jaw set. “You don't want to mess with me,” he said, his voice low and threatening.“You're the one who's messing around,” I shot back, my voice dripping with scorn. “Instead of being with your pregnant fiancée, you're here harassing me. How dare you think you can come here and order me around?” I

Franco’s POV.I could feel the relief wash over me as I made my way out of the ballroom and into the quiet of the hallway. The music was muffled by the thick doors, and the din of the party faded away. I could hear the faint ticking of a clock in the distance, a welcome change from the cacophony of the party. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the stillness. It felt like I could finally relax, and the tension that had been building up inside me started to melt away.The memory of Ivery was still vivid in my mind. I could see her in my mind's eye, wearing the beautiful black dress she had chosen for the occasion. I could smell the subtle scent of her perfume, and I could hear her laughter ringing in my ears. I could feel the warmth of her touch, the way she spoke to me with such rudeness and little affection. I closed my eyes, trying to hold on to the memory for just a little longer.As I thought about Ivery, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. I had watched

Ivery’s POV.Two weeks later.I woke up to the throbbing pain in my head, my body weak and sore. I struggled to sit up, the room spinning around me. I felt like I was on a boat in the middle of a storm, the waves crashing around me. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I lay back on the bed, closing my eyes and praying for the pain to subside, for my mind to clear. But I knew it was hopeless. The pain had been with me all night, a constant companion that refused to leave. I felt defeated, like I was trapped in a prison of pain. I tried to distract myself, to think of anything but the pain, but it was all I could focus on.My mom and kids had gone to spend the weekend with friends, and I was left alone in my room, laying in the bed and waiting for some kind of miracle. I knew it was silly to hope for one, but I couldn't help myself. I was desperate for relief, for an end to the pain. I tried to focus on my breathing, to try to find some kind of calm in the storm. But it wa

Ivery’s POV.Owen was speaking to me, but his words felt distant as if coming from far away. My thoughts were racing, consumed by thoughts of Diva and her secretive behavior. Why had she refused to tell anyone about her doctor's appointment? Was she hiding something from Franco? I felt a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach, as my mind spun with possibilities. I tried to focus on Owen's words, but they seemed muffled and indistinct.I could feel myself being pulled in two directions. On the one hand, I knew that it was normal for women to keep their pregnancies secret and that it was possible that Diva was simply being cautious. But on the other hand, my instincts were screaming that something was off, that Diva was hiding something from the world. I struggled to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling inside me.“Hey, what's wrong?” Owen asked, his voice breaking through my thoughts. I realized that I had been silent for a while, my mind lost in a sea of confusion. “I…