All Chapters of The Billonaires’s marital crisis: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sophia stood in the bathroom, her hand trembling as she stared down at the small plastic stick. Two pink lines. She blinked, unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her. She had felt off for the past week—more tired than usual, bouts of nausea that she had attributed to stress from work. But this? She hadn’t expected this.A deep breath escaped her as the reality of the situation settled in. She was pregnant. Again.Her immediate reaction was a mixture of shock and disbelief, followed quickly by a rush of emotions she hadn’t anticipated. Joy, yes—there was joy, but it was wrapped in layers of uncertainty and fear. Their lives were finally beginning to stabilize after all the turbulence of the past few years. They had rebuilt their relationship, and their little family with Luca felt like it was just starting to find its rhythm. Now, with a second baby on the way, everything felt uncertain again.Sophia’s hand unconsciously moved to her stomach, her thoughts swirling. This wasn’t like

The morning sun streamed through the windows of Fabio and Sophia’s home, casting a warm glow on the living room as Luca played with his toys, his laughter echoing through the room. Sophia sat at the kitchen table, sipping her tea while flipping through a parenting magazine, though her mind wasn’t entirely focused on the content. She couldn’t shake the lingering anxiety that had settled in since Fabio had told her about the threats from his past. Despite Fabio’s reassurances, the fear still gnawed at her—fear for their safety, for Luca, for their unborn child. She had spent years standing by Fabio, through thick and thin, but this felt different. This was an invisible threat, one she couldn’t predict or prepare for.Fabio entered the kitchen, holding his phone in one hand and looking tense. He placed the device on the counter and walked over to Sophia, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Duncan’s coming over later," he said, pulling out a chair to sit next to her. "He wants to talk to bo

The day had started like any other. The sun beamed softly through the bedroom window, casting a warm glow over the room as Sophia slowly awoke. Fabio was already up, busy tending to Luca in the nursery, and the smell of fresh coffee wafted through the house. Everything seemed peaceful, as it had been for the past few months. But today would turn out to be far from ordinary.Sophia had been feeling unwell for the past few days—just a dull ache in her lower abdomen and a bit of fatigue that she chalked up to the pressures of motherhood and her pregnancy. She was juggling her career, Luca, and the responsibilities that came with being the partner of a man still working to keep his business afloat. Despite the challenges, she had convinced herself that the slight discomfort was nothing to worry about. After all, she was a second-time mother and knew the ins and outs of pregnancy.But something felt off today. As she got out of bed and walked toward the kitchen, a sharp pain shot through h

The decision to take a weekend getaway had been Fabio’s idea. After months of focusing on their growing family and Sophia’s recovery from the health scare, Fabio had felt a deep yearning to reconnect with his wife in a way that went beyond their day-to-day responsibilities. He knew they needed time away—just the two of them—where they could leave behind the worries of parenthood, the stresses of business, and the lingering fears of the past. A weekend to remind themselves of who they were as a couple, not just as parents.Sophia had agreed almost immediately, her excitement barely contained. The thought of being alone with Fabio, away from the noise and busyness of their lives, stirred something in her she hadn’t realized she’d missed. She loved being a mother, adored Luca and the life they had built together, but there was a part of her that craved time with Fabio—the man she had fallen in love with, the man who had once swept her off her feet with his charm, passion, and intensity.A

The morning sunlight streamed through the wide windows of their home, casting a golden glow on the breakfast table where Fabio sat with his son Luca on his lap, and Sophia busy preparing a simple breakfast. It was one of those rare peaceful mornings where everything seemed just right, at least on the surface. Luca giggled, reaching for the spoon in Fabio’s hand, eager to play with it. Fabio smiled, amused by his son’s tiny grasping fingers. As he tried to feed Luca mashed bananas, the boy pushed the spoon away, laughing with glee. "Looks like he’s not in the mood for bananas today," Fabio chuckled, glancing up at Sophia.Sophia smiled back, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "He’s probably already full from the milk. Give him a few minutes, and he’ll be begging for it again."Fabio nodded, though there was a subtle unease in his chest. As much as he cherished these moments with Luca and Sophia, there was a lingering tension in the air, one that had been quietly building for the past f