Pregnant For The Man Who Ruined Me

Chapter8: Found Me

Aurora POV:

My blood ran cold. Like, real cold. The second I spotted Alexander’s black Rolls-Royce parked right outside the private airport entrance, my breathing just….stopped, completely.

Sophia cursed under her breath, kind of low, like she didn’t want the air to hear. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Rain came down hard on the windshield, and my heart slammed around inside my chest like it was trying to escape. He found me. But how?. No, wait, the better question is who told him we will be here. Sophia immediately locked the car doors, instinctively, as if that could somehow stop Alexander Vance. Too late.

The rear passenger door of the Rolls-Royce slowly opened, and Alexander stepped out. My pulse stuttered, instantly. He had a black coat, dark eyes, and a dangerous look, not just a face but his presence too.

He looked less like a billionaire CEO tonight and more like a man who could unmake entire worlds. The rain dampened his clothes lightly while he stared straight at our car.

Straight at me.

Sophia whispered, almost breathless, “Oh, my God.”

"Yeah, oh my God."

Then Alexander started walking our way, slow, calm, almost too certain. Like he already had the sense I wasn’t actually getting away. Fear curled up tight inside my stomach, not because I really believed he’d hurt me. No deeper than that, I knew Alexander still carried the kind of power that can unravel you emotionally. And that, honestly, terrified me way more.

Sophia spun toward me right away, “We can still leave.”

I glanced at the airport entrance, then back at Alexander coming closer through the rain. And somehow, running suddenly felt pointless. Because men like Alexander Vance don’t stop pursuing the things they decide belong to them, especially if it's me.

I shut my eyes for a second. Then I whispered, quiet but firm, “I’ll handle this.”

Sophia looked horrified. “Aurora—”

“I need answers.”

That was true. After everything that happened… I needed him to say it, explain himself. Before I completely walked away, for good. I opened the car door slowly and stepped out into the rain. Cold droplets soaked through my hoodie in an instant while Alexander stopped only a few feet from where I stood. The tension between us turned suffocating right away; neither of us said anything, nor did we look away.

Alexander’s eyes kind of slid over me, slowly and carefully. Checking, searching, making sure I was okay, and the whole realization, it unsettled me deeply. His jaw tightened just a little, like a thought he didn’t want to have.

“You disappeared.” I laughed softly in disbelief, like that sentence could be a joke.

“You accused me publicly.”

“You ran.”

“You doubted me.”

The rain kept pouring harder around us. Alexander took one step closer, then another, and I couldn’t tell if he was closing the distance or something else, so I took two steps back, which didn't go unnoticed by him.

“I know.”

Those two words hit me way more than anything else tonight, because Alexander Vance rarely admits fault. He never did. I stared at him, carefully, like I could catch the lie before it landed.

And for the first time in days, he looked....exhausted with dark circles under his eyes, and that tension in his jaw. Anger pushed down under guilt, buried like it was covered with dirt, and still somehow leaking out. Something in my chest twisted painfully. I couldn’t let myself soften, not now, not after everything.

Alexander spoke again, low and quiet, “I know you didn’t do it.”

My breath caught instantly. There it was. The apology he couldn’t say outright. But somehow, it still wasn’t enough.

I crossed my arms tight, and then tighter, “And?”

His gaze darkened a little. “Now I fix it.”

I let out a bitter laugh, “Fix what, actually, you can’t.”

Something dangerous flickered behind his eyes, “Watch me.”

God. There he was, the Alexander I knew. Powerful, possessive, and terrifyingly determined.

The rain kept dripping slowly off his dark hair while that same silence stretched between us again and again. Then, finally, almost like the night exhaled, I asked the thing that was burning inside me.

“How did you find me?” Alexander’s face shifted, like barely there.

Interesting.

He looked away for a second, then came back and said, “Damian traced Sophia’s route.”

Sophia instantly lowered the car window behind me, like she was doing it on purpose.

“Snitch.”

Alexander ignored her completely, like her words were just noise in the rain. Still, something felt off, not just off, but very wrong because Alexander hesitated. And powerful men only pause when there’s something buried.

My instincts sharpened right away. “Who betrayed me?” I asked softly, but it still sounded sharp in my head.

Alexander’s eyes found mine again, for one brief second….something unreadable went across his expression.

Then he answered, steady as stone, “Vanessa manipulated the files.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Silence.

The rain kept pouring around us heavily, as if it wanted to drown the truth. I moved closer, slow but certain. “Someone inside your company helped her.”

Alexander didn’t say a word. That was the answer, really. My chest tightened anyway; there was another player in this, not just Vanessa. Another betrayal and another enemy.

And somehow… that scared me more than Vanessa, because Vanessa was emotional and very easy to predict. But someone inside Alexander’s inner circle? That is a different kind of danger. I lowered my voice, carefully, like I could make it small enough not to get noticed.

“Who was it ?”

Alexander’s jaw clenched, like he’d been holding that tension for a while. “I’m handling it.”

“No.” I cut in right away, my voice sharper than I meant. “You don’t get to choose that, after what happened.” The vibe changed instantly.

Sophia stayed quiet inside the car, smartly, as if silence could protect her from whatever was coming next. Alexander looked at me for a long moment before he finally said something.

“There are things you don’t understand.” Anger flared up in me, fast “Then spell it out.”

Silence.

Again. Always him and that same kind of empty quiet.

I let out a bitter laugh, “Exactly.” I pivoted sharply and started toward the airport entrance, but Alexander suddenly caught my wrist. The contact was instant, electricity type, straight through my skin. My breath snagged painfully, I hated that he could still do this to me, like he had some invisible hold on everything.

“Aurora.” His voice came softer but rough at the same time.

I refused to face him, “Let go.” Instead, his grip tightened, just a little. Not painfully but desperately, and somehow that was worse because Alexander Vance never begs. Not once.

Still, his next words nearly sounded like it.

“Don’t leave.”

My heart split open inside my chest, violently, I shut my eyes hard “You already shoved me away.”

“No.” It came right away, like instant, no hesitation at all.

“You left because I failed you.”

The honesty in his voice really stunned me, like completely, I couldn’t even pretend otherwise. I turned back toward him, slowly, and what I saw there hit hard. Alexander Vance had Regret in his eyes.

Real regret.

Alexander looked at me as if losing me was quietly, slowly destroying him. My chest tightened in this painful way because the more vulnerable he looked, the weaker I became. Then, suddenly, a black SUV tore through the airport entrance behind us, fast, too fast.

All of us turned, immediately, at once. The vehicle stopped abruptly, just a few feet away. Alexander moved in front of me without thinking, shielding me. The SUV doors opened quickly, and Damian stepped out first, but his face looked….off. Almost like an alarm.

Alexander frowned immediately. “What happened?”

Damian stared straight at him, then said the words that made everything feel different, instantly.

“We have a bigger problem.”