Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1760

A few days passed. Sylvia was busy reviewing financial reports in her office when her desk phone suddenly rang. It was an internal call from her assistant, Sophia.

Sophia sounded a bit perplexed. "Ms. Moore, a call just came through to my desk. The person on the line insisted they must speak with you directly."

Sylvia paused, finding it odd as well. Who would go out of their way to call her assistant instead of just dialing her cell phone? Pressing the button to connect, she lifted the receiver to her ear. "Hello, this is Sylvia Moore."

A haughty, aristocratic woman's voice immediately drifted through the speaker. "Sylvia. It is me."

Sylvia's grip on the receiver tightened. It was Steve's mother, Ella. She did not offer her usual polite greeting and chose to remain completely silent.

Ella did not seem to mind the cold reception and simply continued speaking. "I heard you and Steve are back together. Is that true?"

Sylvia offered a flat murmur of confirmation.

She slammed the receiver back onto its cradle, her chest heaving slightly. She understood the twisted, manipulative games of wealthy families far too well. She had always firmly believed in one truth. The moment she had a child, she would have a glaring weakness. Whether it was the wildly controlling Ella or her own leech-like nightmare of a family, the second a baby entered the picture, they would definitely use the child as leverage to force her into submission, making her do things she never wanted to do. That was why, until she was truly powerful enough to stand on her own, she absolutely could not have a child. That conviction was carved into her bones.

But she never could have imagined that this unshakable resolve would be shattered so soon.

Time flew by, bringing them into mid-May. One morning, Sylvia sat at her desk, feeling completely out of sorts. Her stomach was churning violently, waves of uncontrollable nausea washing over her again and again. She sprinted to the restroom three or four times, emptying everything she had eaten for breakfast. Staring at her pale reflection in the mirror, she assumed she had just worked herself into a stress-induced stomach ulcer while grinding through the new project.