All Chapters of From Heartbreak to the CEO’s Bed: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chloe’s POVRachel looked at me with a smile, as if she were discussing something completely normal. I struggled to keep my composure. “What exactly do you mean by that?” “Trevor used to tell me all the details about his hookups with other girls. Of course, I know,” Rachel replied, her smile unwavering as her gaze bore into me. A chill ran down my spine—had Trevor ever shared details about us? If so, that would be beyond twisted. “Trevor’s always been so good to me, treating me like his own little sister,” she continued, her tone dripping with smugness. “He used to always think of me first, no matter what…” Her voice was full of pride as if Trevor’s devotion to her was something no one else could ever have. Every word she spoke felt like a subtle jab, reminding me that she knew him better and she was more important to him than I was. I forced myself to remain calm, reminding myself that this was her hospital room, and if I started an argument, Trevor would undoubtedly think

Chloe’s POVI raced against the clock to revise the proposal, working so quickly that I didn’t even stop for a bathroom break. With moments to spare, I delivered the corrected documents to Zack’s desk just in time.But it was all for nothing. The client had already arrived, and the sound of laughter and conversation floated out from the conference room. Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw Zack speaking confidently, holding none other than ‘Amy’s version’ of the proposal in his hand. My stomach sank. It seemed my streak of bad luck wasn’t letting up—Trevor was being pulled away by Rachel, and now Amy had stolen my work. The only thing keeping me grounded was the thought of my little baby. Just thinking about the life growing inside me gave me a flicker of strength. After the meeting, Zack called me into his office. “Thanks to Amy’s meticulous review of the content, the client was very satisfied. Chloe, your efficiency has been way too low recently!” “Actually, I—” I

Chloe’s POV"I want you…" My mind was foggy, my thoughts muddled, as I craved more of the man before me. My hand slipped under Roman’s shirt, trailing over the firm muscles of his chest. My tongue parted his lips, prying them open. At first, he stiffened, but it wasn’t long before he began responding to my kiss. His kiss was gentle yet restrained, with a dominant undertone that left no room for resistance. Our tongues tangled together, fiercely exploring, as I felt his erection against me. Suddenly, Roman pushed me away, his breath uneven. Even in my drunken haze, I could sense his struggle, his effort to hold back the desire between us. "This isn’t right, Chloe," he said firmly. I tried to pull him back, unwilling to let him leave, but a sudden wave of nausea churned in my stomach. Before I could cover my mouth, I vomited, the warm mess splattering all over Roman’s expensive suit and shirt. "I'm sorry…" I mumbled weakly, barely able to form the words. Roman didn’t say a

Chloe’s POVThe booth was wild with energy, like a scene from a debauched carnival. Rachel was straddling Trevor, pouring champagne down her body. The liquid soaked through the thin fabric barely covering her chest, leaving her nipples visibly outlined as it trickled down her cleavage, finally dripping onto Trevor’s neck and soaking his shirt. Trevor leaned back, laughing loudly, his expression hazy and intoxicated, like a beast overtaken by alcohol and lust. Gripping Rachel by the neck, he shouted, “You’re gonna lick all this off me later!” The crowd around them erupted in cheers, whistles, and catcalls, fueling the chaos. It was a scene of utter madness. I had never seen this side of Trevor before—reckless and uninhibited. This raw and untamed version of him felt almost unrecognizable.I thought Rachel might take offense at Trevor’s crude behavior, but instead, she leaned in closer, a gleeful glint in her eye. She pushed him back onto the sofa, kneeling before him like an obedie

Chloe’s POVAt the bridal shop, Rachel flitted around like a butterfly among the endless racks of wedding dresses. One moment, she was trying on this dress; the next, she was admiring another, as if determined to sample every gown in the store. Trevor followed her like a devoted attendant, holding up her trains and tossing out compliments.“Do I look good in this one?” she asked, twirling in front of a mirror.“You’ve always suited strapless gowns,” Trevor replied. “Remember your prom dress? You looked stunning in that.”“You still remember my prom dress?” Rachel beamed, leaning playfully on Trevor’s arm. “And how we won Best Couple that night? No one even knew we weren’t actually dating. We totally fooled everyone!”Sitting alone on the sofa, I watched their little performance unfold, feeling like a complete outsider. A pang of self-pity hit me. How had I become the fool in this situation, standing by while they treated me like an accessory to their charade?Determined to regain some