Divorcing My Cold Hearted Celebrity Husband.-Chapter 153 --. (Bad News?).

He sat there, completely frozen. His expressions were unreadable, his eyes vacant as if his mind had momentarily gone blank.

It was as though the air had been sucked out of the room, leaving only silence and disbelief behind.

His fingers twitched once before resting flat on his knees. He didn’t even blink for several seconds, just staring at Sophie...at her trembling hands, at the faint color rising in her cheeks, at the softness that had replaced her usual calm.

His eyes slowly dropped from her face to her abdomen. His lips parted, but no words came out.

Sophie looked at him helplessly, her breath catching. She tried to speak. As her mouth opened slightly, it then closed again. The moment felt fragile, like glass that could shatter with a single wrong word.

I didn’t dare to move.

Matteo didn’t either.

It was the first time I had ever seen Edward completely stripped of composure.

The man who always had a quiet comment, who always managed to lighten the mood even in chaos, now sat there like someone trying to wake from a dream he wasn’t sure was real.

"Edward," Sophie whispered at last, her voice shaking.

He blinked once, twice, and then slowly exhaled, as if he had forgotten how to breathe until just then.

"You are... serious?" he finally said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Sophie nodded, her eyes glistening. "Yes. I found out a few days ago. I wanted to tell you sooner, I just—" she hesitated, searching for words, "I didn’t know how. Everything was happening so fast."

He stared at her for a long time, for so long that the silence between them grew unbearably thick. Then, all of a sudden, he stood up.

Not in anger, but in disbelief. He took a step back, running a shaky hand through his hair. "You’re... pregnant," he repeated, this time almost to himself.

When she nodded again, he let out a small, breathless laugh that didn’t sound like relief or joy...just sheer confusion. "You’re pregnant," he said again, as if the repetition would make it settle in.

Sophie’s hand instinctively went to her stomach, as if trying to confirm it herself. "Yes."

Edward stood there, looking at her like he was seeing her for the first time. His face softened, as a thousand emotions flickering at once: shock, fear, love, and something fragile beneath all that was awe.

Then, slowly, he sank to his knees in front of her.

It wasn’t planned or graceful. It was instinctive, like his body moved before his mind could catch up.

He reached out and took both her hands in his. For a moment, he just held them, wordless. His thumb brushed the back of her knuckles once, twice, before he finally looked up again.

His eyes were wet, though he did not seem to realize it. "Why didn’t you tell me?" he whispered.

Her lips quivered. "Because I was scared. Everything was falling apart. Elena was dealing with Matteo. You were trying to keep us safe. I didn’t want to add more chaos," she admitted.

Edward shook his head slowly, still holding her hands tightly. "Sophie," he said, his voice breaking faintly, "this isn’t chaos. This is...this is everything." He stopped, swallowing hard.

Sophie’s eyes flooded then, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

I felt my own throat tighten watching them. The raw, unfiltered tenderness between them.

It was the kind of moment that didn’t belong to anyone else. A moment that wrapped around them like a soft light, shutting out the rest of the world.

And I realized I was intruding on it.

So I looked away, but on the other hand, Matteo didn’t. At all.

He watched them with his usual detached interest, his expression unreadable.

But when Edward lifted his hand to touch Sophie’s face, a gesture filled with the kind of love that came without hesitation, I saw Matteo’s eyebrow twitch slightly.

A flicker of something...maybe realization, maybe envy...crossed his face.

Edward finally managed to speak again, his voice low but steadier. "You are sure?"

"Yes, I took five tests, including a check-up with a gynac," she whispered.

He exhaled shakily, his thumb still tracing the curve of her hand. "You should have told me sooner."

"I know. I just didn’t want to distract you or Elena from what was happening," she said softly.

He let out a faint laugh, brushing away a tear from her cheek. "Sophie, I swear to God you could have stopped the world with that sentence."

Her tears turned into a trembling laugh, and for a brief, beautiful moment, they smiled at each other. They were both dazed, both still processing, both glowing in the fragile relief of it, but the tension that hung around Matteo didn’t fade.

His voice broke through quietly, sharp against the softness in the air. "Well, that certainly changes things," he said flatly.

Edward’s head snapped toward him instantly, his protective instincts kicking in. "Don’t...Don’t turn this into one of your calculations," he warned.

Matteo’s eyes flicked lazily from Edward to Sophie. "I was not going to, but facts are facts. The problem just solved itself, didn’t it?" he said smoothly, though his tone carried that faint edge of sarcasm that never left him.

Sophie looked down, clearly unwilling to argue.

Edward squeezed her hands tighter, his jaw clenching. "You talk about people like they’re chess pieces. Do you ever stop?" he muttered.

Matteo didn’t answer...not verbally, at least. He just raised one eyebrow slightly, as if to say no.

And somehow, that quiet arrogance irritated me more than any argument could have.

I stepped forward, my voice quiet but firm. "Maybe give them a moment?"

He glanced at me. It was a look that said he didn’t see the point, but when I didn’t move, he finally sighed, adjusting his coat like he was already bored with the conversation.

"Fine," he said at last.

Edward turned back to Sophie, resting his forehead against hers. "We will be okay," he whispered.

She nodded, closing her eyes as tears slipped past her lashes.

That was the moment I knew this was not our space anymore. It belonged to them.

So, without thinking too much, I stepped closer to Matteo and lightly tugged his sleeve. "Come on. They need space." I murmured.

He looked down at where I was holding him...that small, unintentional contact. His expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes before he nodded once.

The moment the door clicked shut behind us, silence filled the corridor.

I let out a deep breath I had not realized I was holding. My heart was still racing, my mind still replaying Sophie’s trembling voice.

When I looked up, Matteo was staring straight at me...not coldly, not warmly either, just... studying me.

It was only then that I realized I was still holding his sleeve. My fingers loosened instantly as I stepped back. "Sorry, I just thought..." I murmured.

"That they needed space," he finished for me.

I nodded quickly.

He looked away, brushing invisible dust off his coat sleeve as though the touch had left a mark. "You didn’t need to pull me," he said calmly.

"I know, but you wouldn’t have left otherwise," I replied, softer.

His lips twitched slightly...not quite a smile, not quite annoyance. Something in between.

He reached into his pocket just as his phone buzzed, the faint chime cutting through the quiet. He glanced at the screen, and for the first time that evening, his expression shifted...just slightly.

Whatever he saw made his jaw tighten.

I tilted my head. "Bad news?" I asked before I could stop myself.

He didn’t answer. He just locked the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. "Nothing new," he said curtly.

And then he started walking.

I followed a few steps behind as we descended the wide staircase, the sound of our footsteps echoing softly through the hall.

The mansion, usually filled with noise and presence, felt heavier now, like the air itself was holding its breath.

I wanted to say something, to ask him what he was thinking, what would happen next, but one look at his profile told me not to. His face was blank, his shoulders tense.

Whatever was happening in his mind, he wasn’t about to share it.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, he stopped abruptly.

"Go check on them later," he said without looking at me.

"I will," I replied quietly.

He finally glanced at me, his eyes calm again but distant, the kind of distance that felt deliberate. "Things will shift now. You know that," he said simply.

I nodded slowly, though my chest felt tight. "Yes."

He gave a single, curt nod before walking away down the hall...his polished shoes making no sound against the marble, his silhouette disappearing around the corner.

I stood there for a while, staring at the space he had left behind. My thoughts felt tangled...relief for Sophie, worry for what Matteo was planning next, and something deeper I could not quite name.

When I finally turned back, my eyes went to the study door upstairs...still closed, silent behind it.

Inside that room, two people were beginning a new life. Outside it, I couldn’t help but wonder if mine had just shifted direction entirely.

Because from that moment on, nothing would be the same again.