All Chapters of Bringing My Arrogant CEO To His Knees : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Morgan's point of view Today was supposed to be a happy day, and the nursery was supposed to be a place of peace, a space where Marrissa and I could dream about the life we were building together. Instead, it ended up being the exact opposite.I stomped out of the room, my heart pounding harder than it should have. My head hurts and I could not control my anger. I could still hear Marrissa’s voice of pain, the sharp sound kept ringing in my ears. I really did not mean to yell at her. I made a promise to myself never to shout at her again, but goddamn it, the woman made me scared and angry all at the same time. Marrissa is stubborn, so stubborn it made me want to shake some sense into her. She did too much, always pushing herself like she was not carrying our child, like she was not risking her health with every careless step. And what for? To prove what point exactly? To show me she did not need help from anyone, or to prove that she is an independent woman? I ran a hand through

Morgan's point of viewI knew everything was wrong the moment I opened my eyes.First, I noticed I was half-naked, and I did not remember removing my clothes at any time.Second, the scent in the room felt odd. It was not mine. It was not Marrissa’s, either. No. This was a scent I recognized but never wanted near me. It was Farrow's.I sat up quickly. I didn't mind the pain in my head, what bothered me was why Farrow's scent was all over me.I knew when she came into my study.She had knocked softly, stepping inside before I even acknowledged her. I had been too lost in my thoughts. My mind was replaying the look in Marrissa’s eyes when she walked away from me earlier that day. "Is everything alright? I heard Marrissa's voice earlier and she didn't sound happy and then I saw her walk out angrily," she had said. "Is everything okay between you two? Is there something I can do to help?"I did not even look at her before yelling at her to Get out.The audacity of her to show up, acting

Marrissa's point of view “Open the damn gate,” Andre yelled to the men at the gate.“Sir….. ma… the gate is locked from the outside,” one of Morgan's men replied.“What? What the hell does that mean?” I asked in panic.“Calm down Marrissa,” Andre said, making me sit down.“I think Sir Morgan locked the gate from the outside.”“He fucking did what?” “Is there another way outside this estate?”“Only one emergency gate and only Mr Morgan knows the code to open the gate.”“Fuck fuck fuck, call your boss, everyone, call him right now, His wife needs medical attention.”I can't believe Morgan would do this, in fact, I felt ashamed my husband could be this callous.If he wasn't happy to see Andre, why didn't he say something?I had invited Andre here because I felt uneasy and I didn't want to tell Morgan, not yet and when Andre called me and said he was in the neighborhood, I begged him to come in.And truth be told, his presence had helped change my mood, but while we were talking, I sudd

Morgan's point of view The hall outside the doctor’s office felt colder than the rest of the hospital. Everywhere smelled like antiseptic and I hated it.My hands curled into fists at my sides as I stood there, trying to prepare myself for what I already knew in my gut was bad news. I turned the knob and stepped inside. Dr. Patel looked up from his desk, his face lined with exhaustion. His eyes that were usually sharp now looked sad and that alone made my heart heavy. “Hello, doctor.” I greeted, my voice came out rough. “Hey, Morgan.” I noticed his tone was careful. “How are you holding up?” I nearly laughed. How the hell did he think I was doing? “What happened?” I demanded, cutting through whatever small talk he was trying to offer. “Where is my wife? How’s my child?” Dr. Patel sighed and gestured for me to sit, but I didn’t move. “Calm down, Morgan,” he said gently. I clenched my jaw. “Just tell me what happened.” He hesitated. “First, you need to know that we d

Morgan's point of view It's been three long, agonizing months. That’s how long it had been since Marrissa walked out of my life, and in those months, I had tried everything, everything, to make her speak to me. I went to her house on different occasions. Not once, not twice, not even three times.And each time I went, she humiliated me. She turned me away like I was nothing. Like I was some insignificant nuisance she could swat away without a second thought. And then, I sent dozens of messages, written once and even voice messages. Each one is marked unread, they were just piling up in her inbox like spam messages.I even went to her best friend, Molly. I pleaded with her to help, to at least get Marrissa to listen to me. But Marrissa had ended the call the moment she mentioned my name. And then, I even went to Andre. As humiliating as it was, I swallowed my pride and stood in front of the man who had every reason to hate me and apologized. I pleaded like a child to him.