Semua Bab Entangled With My Baby's Billionaire Father: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Michael’s POVThe sun was setting, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors of La Belle Étoile, as I adjusted my cufflinks and entered the restaurant. I had reluctantly arranged this dinner after my mother’s earlier call, knowing exactly what she wanted to discuss. “Michael,” she had said in her no-nonsense tone, “Cindy has been patient enough. I’ve fixed the date for your wedding. It will be in two weeks.” My grip tightened on the phone, but I didn’t interrupt. “We need to discuss the arrangements. Dinner at eight,” she concluded, leaving no room for argument. I respected my mother, but this wasn’t something I could let slide. Marrying Cindy was out of the question, no matter how much she insisted. Still, I agreed to meet her, knowing I’d have to tread carefully. I chose the restaurant deliberately. La Belle Étoile was quiet, private, and exactly the kind of place my mother preferred. I arrived early, claiming a secluded table in the back. When she walked in

Michael's POV The moment I watched the clip Sophia sent me, everything fell into place. The doubts I had, the lingering unease, and the whispers I’d ignored,it all made sense now. The clip was identical to what Theo had tried to show me days ago, but I had brushed him off. Cindy, the woman my mother had begged me to forgive, was parading around town with no remorse. She wasn’t just manipulative; she was bold about it. Laughing in public about how she had me trapped in this sham of a wedding, leveraging my family’s reputation and my mother’s expectations. Anger surged through me, but beneath that was something worse,disgust. At her, yes, but also at myself. How had I let it get this far? Without hesitation, I texted Sophia: "Meet me in my office at 9 AM tomorrow. We need to talk."I needed to see her. I needed her to confirm that what I felt in my gut was true,that Cindy didn’t belong in my life and that I wasn’t the villain Cindy painted me to be. I waited in my office, the

Sophia's POV The office was different immediately, I stepped in that morning, it wasn’t the normal activity or the noise of keyboards that caught me off,It was Michael. The energy he carried into a room, he commanded respect without even trying. I looked at his office door as I passed by, half-hoping to catch his eye or receive a slight nod of acknowledgment. Instead, I saw him sitting at his desk, his posture was stiff and his expression very null. He focused on his laptop, and didn’t even look up. Something was wrong. Throughout the morning I tried not to think of the heavy feelings in my chest, I told myself that he was just having a bad day.Maybe his business trip had taken a toll on him, But when I finally gathered the courage to knock on his office door and enter inside, I admitted it was more than just a bad day. “Michael,” I said, in a steady calm voice “can we talk?” He didn’t look up. “If it’s about work, go ahead.” “It’s not just about work,” I said. “I want

Michael's POV I really wanted to meet Sophia. Not meeting with her felt unavoidable. After all the problems Cindy’s caused, Miriam’s lies, and the unending pressure of mom, I knew I owed her an explanation. What I did not expect was the kind of nerves that punched me as I stepped into her office. She looked up from her desk, I couldn't place her expression, but her eyes said everything I needed to know. I knew she was hurting, heartbroken, maybe actually angry.Can I get you lunch?”“Alright.” she said I waited for her by the elevator, catching her slight hesitation as she walked up to me. She wore a fitted blouse and a pencil skirt that hugged her figure, but what stood out most was the cautious look in her eyes.“Are you sure about this?” she asked, almost teasing.I smirked. “Even I need a break sometimes.”As we exited the building, the warmness of the midday sun hit us. The restaurant wasn’t far just a block away but the silence between us felt heavier than the heat.“Do y

Sophia's POVThe office was noisy with its usual activity, but my mind was elsewhere. I have been feeling the weight of everything recently, the pregnancy I have not told Micheal about and the constant shadow of Cindy’s threats. It was all becoming too much to bear. As I was lost in thought, Michael walked into my office unexpectedly. He looked calm but focused, a rare expression that usually meant he had something serious to say. “Can we talk for a minute?” he asked, his tone soft but firm. I nodded, putting down the file I’d been pretending to work on. “Are you okay?” he started, his piercing eyes searching for mine. I hesitated. Was I okay? Not really. But I was not about to spill everything to him right now. “I’m fine,” I lied. Michael tilted his head slightly, unconvinced. “You’ve been off lately. You look tired, distracted. If you need a break from work, just say so.” My heart skipped a beat. How does he know? For a brief moment, I panicked, thinking he somehow kn