Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1768

As the terrifying thoughts consumed her, Sylvia's tears broke through the dam. Cradling her belly, she slowly curled up on the sofa, her body wracked with muffled sobs. This single armchair was Steve's favorite spot to hold her. He always complained that the bathroom tiles and the vanity were too cold and hard, constantly leaving bruises on her delicate skin. He also hated how massive the bed was, claiming it gave her too much room to roll away and escape his grasp. This armchair was perfect. Small, intimate, and soft. Trapped securely in his embrace, she had nowhere to run, leaving her no choice but to surrender entirely to his scorching passion.

But now she was lying here alone. Was the man who used to hold her and kiss her really never coming back? Sylvia lay curled in a tight ball, her bloodshot eyes locked onto the water glass on the coffee table. The entire night passed without a wink of sleep. Insomnia had reclaimed her. She lay there until the sky outside slowly brightened, the pale morning light piercing through the gap in the curtains and stinging her weary eyes.

The following morning, moving like a soulless puppet, she finally attempted to push herself up. But in the next second, she froze in horror. Her right leg was completely paralyzed.

A monstrous wave of sheer panic instantly engulfed Sylvia. Yet hot on the heels of that terror came a strange, chilling sense of calm. In that single moment, she seemed to lose all desire for the world around her. She didn't want to move, didn't want to speak, didn't even want to breathe. She simply sat perfectly still on the sofa, a beautiful statue utterly devoid of life.

Outside the door, Sophia must have grown anxious after realizing her boss hadn't left the room all morning. Mustering her courage, she knocked softly. "Ms. Moore, are you awake?"

Sylvia's eyes shifted ever so slowly, taking a long while to drag herself out of that hollow, out-of-body state. A raspy whisper finally slipped from her dry throat. "I'm awake."

Hearing her reply, Sophia cautiously turned the knob and peeked halfway into the room. "Ms. Moore, would you like to come downstairs for breakfast?"

Sylvia didn't even lift her head, her deadened gaze locked onto the intricate patterns of the carpet. "I have no appetite. You go to the office."

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