All Chapters of From Heartbreak to the CEO’s Bed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chloe Yates’ POV “Really? He’s actually going to propose to me? How do you know that?” I couldn’t contain the excitement bubbling inside me. “Girl, I risked my life being your undercover agent! Your boyfriend’s lips are so tight it’s impossible to pry anything out of him. He just said he wanted to surprise you. Don’t give me away!” “Don’t worry, I’ll protect my little undercover agent.” After the call with my best friend ended, my heart felt like it was soaked in honey—so sweet it almost overflowed. Trevor Skyler and I had been together since college, now for a solid five years. We’d always been incredibly happy. After graduation, we moved in together. Each of us pursued our own careers—I became a lawyer, while Trevor, with his family’s investment, started a small company. We constantly supported each other, stood by one another, and felt deeply connected. We were each other’s one and only. I always knew we would get married someday. But now, hearing that he was going to

Chloe’s POVTrevor held me tenderly in his arms that night, showering me with love and kisses. It was a magical night, one I thought I’d always remember. The next day, I decided to surprise him at his office, planning to wait for him to finish work so we could go to a nice restaurant for dinner. Because I’d been busy with exams, I hadn’t yet visited his new office since he moved. When I walked in, I was immediately struck by the bright and spacious interior, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the bustling city below. This was Trevor—an industry rising star within just a few years, managing his own independent business line. Everyone said he was a talented and promising young heir with a limitless future. But I had never cared about any of that. I was focused on my own career, and our relationship was never about status or titles. It was simply about love. Yet sitting here in his office, I couldn’t help but feel proud of him. His secretary brought

Chloe’s POVNo one answered the door, so I decided to push it open myself. I shoved it hard, storming in with all the fury and accusations I had built up. “Trevor! You’re disgusting! I’ll never forgive you!” I shouted, ready to unleash every angry word I’d rehearsed in my mind only to freeze in my tracks the next second. The scene before me wasn’t at all what I had imagined. There was no sordid display, no betrayal. Instead, the room was a sea of pink. Ribbons, balloons, and flowers decorated the space, with a small stage at the center adorned with champagne and a cake. Trevor stood in the middle of it all, wearing a sharp suit, a microphone in hand, staring at me with a mixture of shock and confusion. Beside him was Rachel, holding an empty ring box and looking equally awkward. “Chloe, you…” Trevor’s voice trailed off as he blinked at me in surprise. That was when it hit me—they were setting up a proposal. All the sounds I had overheard were nothing more than a huge misund

Chloe’s POVSince the incident with the ring, Rachel had been overly warm toward me, even helping with the preparations for the engagement ceremony. But I still couldn’t completely let my guard down around her. Today was the day Trevor and I were getting engaged. I stood in front of the mirror, examining my reflection. The burgundy slip dress hugged my figure, accentuating the slight curve of my belly from the pregnancy. Unless examined closely, it was barely noticeable. My carefully styled curls cascaded over my shoulders, and my makeup was flawless—subtle yet elegant.Honestly, I looked stunning. I reached into my clutch and pulled out the thin sheet of my prenatal check-up report, running my fingers gently over the paper. Truthfully, the pregnancy had been a surprise. I’d been so focused on work that having children had never been on my agenda. But now that this baby had come into my life, I saw it as fate, and I knew I had to take responsibility. I loved this little life

Chloe’s POVI never expected Trevor to treat me so coldly. He hadn’t come home, called, or even sent a single text. I’d read somewhere that if pregnant women let their emotions spiral or dwell on negative thoughts, it could affect the baby’s mental health. I wanted my baby to grow up healthy and happy. Even if I had to raise them alone, I knew I could do a great job. If it was a boy, I would teach him how to be a gentleman. He would learn piano, and maybe take up boxing. If it was a girl, I would shower her with love, buy her all the prettiest dresses, and let her learn horseback riding.To avoid sinking into depression at home, I decided to drive over to Luna’s place. When I arrived, she’d already prepared a spread of food—a table full of fried chicken wings, pizza, veggie sticks, fresh berries, and mini cakes filled with fresh banana slices. “Come on! Our stunning lawyer deserves a slice of banana cake. I read somewhere that bananas help fight depression and lift your mood.”