Pregnant Between Two Billionaires

Chapter 5

Lexi’s POV

At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. The image on Ava’s page didn’t make sense.

In the picture, Ava leaned into Ethan’s chest, his arm snug around her waist, his lips brushing the crown of her head as though she belonged there.

My gaze dropped to the caption.

‘Sometimes, the best surprises come when you need them most.’

The words blurred as tears stung my eyes. No. It couldn’t be.

It had only been a day since everything fell apart.

Since the wedding that never happened.

And then it struck me like a cruel echo, when I told Ava I was pregnant. I’d been shaking with excitement, only for her to beg me not to tell Ethan. She claimed she had a bad feeling about him, urged me to abort it, to protect myself.

At the time, I hadn’t thought much of it. Ava had always disliked Ethan.

Or so I thought. Because the picture on my screen told me something else entirely.

My heart ached.

Everything had been a lie.

My fiancé.

My best friend.

Even my father, who had allegedly traded me away for a merger.

I closed my eyes, the revelation cutting deeper than any wound.

But grief quickly sharpened into something else.

A promise.

They had all played me for a fool, and I swore I’d make them regret it.

My hand drifted to my belly, rubbing it softly, grounding myself in the one truth that mattered. Leaving with Floyd was the best decision I could make.

For my baby. For the better life I swore I’d give us.

I had no business here anymore.

Still, unease prickled at the back of my mind. I didn’t think Floyd knew anything about my pregnancy. Maybe the doctor had found out and told him. Maybe not.

The right thing to do was tell him now. But what if it changed his mind about helping me?

Fear began to coil in my chest.

Just then, the door creaked open.

Floyd stepped inside, sharper than before. The calm, composed presence he carried earlier was gone, replaced with a quiet urgency that made my pulse stumble.

“You might have to decide now,” he said, his voice clipped, leaving no room for question. “We’re leaving sooner than planned.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “I thought…midnight?”

His gaze flicked toward the window, then back to me. Unreadable, but edged with steel. “Plans changed.”

Something in his tone told me not to push.

My heart beat faster anyway. Because if it was enough to rattle him, then it was serious.

I swallowed hard, my hand drifting instinctively to my belly. I didn’t argue. I just nodded.

And for the first time, I realized the weight of the decision I was about to make.

Floyd’s brow arched, a silent challenge. Clearly, my nod wasn’t enough.

My throat tightened, but I forced the words out anyway. “I’ll go with you.”

His gaze lingered, searching, as if peeling back layers to make sure I meant it. Then, slowly, he gave a single, sharp nod.

“I’ll have the doctor prepped for the flight.”

The word doctor made my breath hitch. I did need one, but the thought of my pregnancy being revealed before I was ready curled like barbed wire inside me.

I pressed my palm harder against my belly, praying the movement looked casual. Hoping he wouldn’t notice how my fingers trembled.

But his eyes flicked to the gesture anyway, a brief spark of calculation flashing before he looked away.

I couldn’t tell if he knew.

“Okay.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

Floyd’s gaze lingered a second longer, then he straightened. “We leave now.”

On instinct, I snatched my phone from the bed, clutching it tightly as though it was the last piece of control I had left.

He extended his hand. I hesitated, then slid mine into his, the warmth of his grip steadying me more than I wanted to admit.

We moved quickly through the quiet corridor, his stride purposeful, mine uneven. By the time we reached the elevator, a sharp ache pulled at my ribs. The shift in motion made me sway, and I sucked in a breath, forcing myself not to cry out.

Floyd’s gaze cut to me, brief but sharp. “You’re in pain.”

“I’ll manage,” I whispered, pressing a hand against the cool metal wall.

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue.

When the elevator doors slid open, the air changed. We stepped into the rooftop hangar where the jet waited, sleek and gleaming under strips of overhead light. Its engines hummed low, steady, like a warning.

He ushered me forward, his hand brushing my back, gentle this time, almost protective.

Inside, the jet was breathtaking, cream leather seats, polished wood, brass accents glowing under soft golden light.

I lowered myself into one of the wide seats, biting back a wince as the movement tugged at my side. Floyd caught it, of course, though his expression stayed unreadable.

“I’ll have the doctor meet you once we’re in the air,” he said finally, settling across from me.

A bitter laugh almost escaped, but I swallowed it. With the storm simmering behind his eyes, I couldn’t shake the thought that if he found out I was pregnant, he might just throw me off the jet mid-flight.

The jet leveled off, smooth and steady, but inside me, nothing was steady. I shifted, my palm brushing against my belly before I could stop myself.

Floyd’s gaze snapped to the movement. This time, he didn’t look away.

“Lexi,” he said slowly, his voice lower than I’d ever heard it, “is there anything I should know?”

The question hung between us, sharp enough to cut through the air. And in that moment, I wasn’t sure if he was just demanding answers… or daring me to lie.