All Chapters of Pregnant For My Ex Sugar Daddy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alpha Knox’s POVThe drive back was quiet. Caroline was quiet and so was I. I knew that I was been a bad date by being so reticent, but I could not stop thinking about Melissa and the smile on her face when Demetri had won the plush bear for her. Even worse, it was obvious that the twins had liked him as well, which bothered me greatly. I had wanted them to dislike him, so much so that they would have only accepted the toys I had won for them and not his.It was bad form to be thinking about another woman while on a date, but I was helpless against my feelings for Melissa. Earlier in the day, Caroline seemed so bright, beautiful, and confident. But the moment I had seen Melissa laughing at whatever Demetri had been saying to her, I had forgotten what Caroline looked like, even though she had been right next to me. The silence in the car stretched on, thick and heavy, almost unbearable. Caroline shifted in her seat beside me, clearly aware that something was off, but too polite to say

Melissa’s POVI was preparing a light dinner for the twins and I, but I could not stop thinking about all that had happened during the day. From finding out that Knox was getting a concubine, Caroline to the way he and Demetri had acted at the park and finally to what the boys had said when we were in the car, my head was a buzz of different thoughts. Despite trying as hard as I could, I could not get Knox out of my mind. The jealousy that had coursed through me the moment I had seen him with Caroline had left a bitter taste in my mouth all day long. I tried to caution myself, reminding myself that I had no right to be jealous and that not only was silly, but it was also disloyal to Sam.You have a loving fiance, Sam. There is nothing between you and Knox and there can never be.Just then, my phone buzzed. I looked down at it and saw that it was Sam. It felt eerie as though he had been summoned by me thinking of him, but at the same time, I felt guilty. Other than in the past few min

MELISSA’S POV"I love you, Melissa. I hope you love me enough to choose me."I stared at the words, my heart sinking deeper. How could he say that? How could he ask me to choose between him and my children? Between the life I had built with the boys and a future with him?I set the phone down, refusing to reply. Not now. Not when I was still reeling from our argument. I didn’t want to say something I couldn’t take back. I could feel the anger simmering just beneath the surface, mingled with a deep sense of hurt.How could he put me in such an impossible position? He had been there through so much—he knew my history, the boys' history. To think that he would ask me to leave them behind, even for a short while, felt like a betrayal. I didn’t care how scared or insecure he was feeling. The boys came first, always. And Sam knew that, or at least he should have.But even knowing that didn’t make the guilt disappear. I did love Sam. I had loved him for so long, and part of me had always env

MELISSA’S POVI glanced back at the boys, who were watching the scene with wide eyes. “It’s fine, Knox. I’m good. Really. You didn’t have to come all this way.”“Melissa, come on,” he said, stepping forward slightly. “You’re already running late, and I can see you’re stressed. Let me help, alright?”His tone softened, and I felt the weight of exhaustion pulling me down again. I was tired—so damn tired of doing everything on my own. But letting him help? It didn’t feel right. It complicated things. Still, there was something in his eyes that made me hesitate.“Okay,” I said, almost reluctantly. “Let me just grab my bag.”I turned to the boys, trying to mask the unease Knox’s presence stirred in me. “You two behave while I’m gone. I mean it. Call if you need me.”“Will do, Mom,” Dylan said, giving me a look that was far too mature for his age. Tyler waved, already distracted by something on the TV.“Love you,” I said, giving them a smile, even though it felt forced. “I’ll be back soon.”

ALPHA KNOX’S POV"Melissa."She turned, looking at me over her shoulder."Thank you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "For trying. For everything."She nodded, closed the car’s door gently behind her and walked away towards the hospital’s entrance. I watched her go, our conversation on my mind.Her words reverberated in my mind: There’s a chance. I wouldn’t be working this hard if I didn’t think there was.The hope that I had in me for Michael’s recovery was like a double-edged sword.I knew that too well. Hope could lift you up, but when it fell apart, it shattered you into pieces that were impossible to put back together.Finally, after what felt like hours but was only minutes, I forced myself to turn the key in the ignition. The engine rumbled to life, but I still hesitated before putting the car in gear. What if I drove away and something happened? What if I left, and that small glimmer of hope slipped away while I wasn’t there? The thought of losing Michael was unbearab