All Chapters of Married To My Ex Husband's Billionaire Brother: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

BerniceThe news hit like a bombshell, sending shockwaves through the financial world and beyond. I stared at the TV screen in disbelief as the crisp-voiced anchor delivered the story that would dominate headlines for weeks to come."In a shocking turn of events, Aaron Miller, founder and majority shareholder of the Miller Group, along with his wife Elina Miller, have been taken into custody by the FBI in connection with a 13-year-old murder case," the anchor announced, her perfectly coiffed hair barely moving as she leaned forward slightly. "Sources close to the investigation reveal that the couple is accused of poisoning Aaron Miller's first wife, Doris Miller, in what appears to be a carefully orchestrated plot."The screen split to show footage of Aaron and Elina being led out of their mansion in handcuffs, both looking shell-shocked and disheveled."But the allegations don't stop there," the anchor continued, her tone grave. "The FBI raid has also uncovered evidence of widespread

BerniceI looked around the table, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance despite my racing heart. "I am pregnant, yes."The silence that followed was deafening. Christian's glass slipped from his hand, spilling champagne across the pristine tablecloth. Taylor's jaw dropped so far I was worried it might unhinge. And Cathy..."HOLY MOTHER OF GUACAMOLE!" she shrieked, loud enough to make several nearby diners jump. "YOU'RE WHAT?"I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. "I'm pregnant, I am pregnant, for your information, young lady," I repeated, the words feeling more real now that I'd said them out loud. "I just found out. In the bathroom, actually."Christian was still staring at me, his eyes wide with shock. "You're... we're... I'm going to be a father?"I nodded, feeling tears prick at my eyes. "Surprise?"He let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob, and then suddenly I was in his arms, being lifted out of my chair and spun around."We're having a baby!" he shouted, not cari

BerniceThe doctor, a kind-faced woman named Dr. Patel, entered the room with a warm smile. "Congratulations, Bernice. How are you feeling?"I took a deep breath, trying to remember all the symptoms I'd been experiencing. "Well, I've been pretty tired lately, and I've had some nausea, especially in the mornings. Oh, and the weirdest food cravings!"Dr. Patel nodded, jotting down notes. "That's all very normal. Can you tell me about the nausea? How often are you experiencing it, and have you had any vomiting?""It's mostly in the mornings," I explained. "I've thrown up a couple of times, but it's not every day. Usually, I just feel queasy until I eat something.""Good, that's helpful to know," Dr. Patel said. "Now, let's talk about your medical history. Have you had any previous pregnancies or miscarriages?"I shook my head. "No, this is my first pregnancy.""Alright. And what about your family medical history? Any genetic conditions or complications in pregnancy that you're aware of?"

BerniceThe glittering lights of Las Vegas stretched out before us, a neon oasis in the desert night. "We made it!" Cathy's voice crackled through the speaker, filled with unbridled enthusiasm. "Vegas, baby! Who's ready to paint the town red?"I exchanged an amused glance with Christian. "Should we remind her that I can't exactly hit the casinos in my condition?"Christian chuckled, shaking his head. "Let her have her moment. I'm sure she'll come up with plenty of pregnancy-friendly ways to celebrate."As if on cue, Cathy's voice piped up again. "Don't worry, Bernie! I've got it all planned out. We're talking spa treatments, all-you-can-eat buffets, and front row seats to Cirque du Soleil. It's going to be epic!"We pulled up to our hotel, a towering behemoth of glass and light that seemed to touch the sky. As the valet took our cars, I couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the opulence of it all."Christian," I murmured, taking in the marble floors and crystal chandeliers of t

BerniceFed stormed down the aisle. His suit was rumpled and stained, his tie askew. His hair was disheveled. And his face was red with anger and what looked like too much alcohol."Whore!!" Fed bellowed, his words slurring together. He stumbled slightly, catching himself on a nearby chair. The scent of whiskey wafted towards us, strong enough to make me wrinkle my nose. "You two have ruined everything! The company, my life, my future—it's all gone because of you!"Christian stepped in front of me protectively, his body tense, ready for action. His voice was low and dangerous when he spoke, "I don't know what you do to get in here. But Fed, I promise you if you don't leave right now, I will ruin all the rest of your life."But Fed wasn't backing down. He let out a harsh, bitter laugh that echoed through the stunned silence of the ballroom. "Leave? Oh, no, dear brother. I'm not going anywhere. Ruin my life? You have already done."His hand disappeared into his jacket, and I felt my blo