The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 265 You’re pregnant?

Megan stared at the video on her screen, her brows furrowed tight.

Charles’s biochem formula had gotten crazy advanced—like, regrowing-lost-limbs advanced. The guy clearly wanted more than just results. He wanted to run the show, rule the world even. It sent a chill right through her.

Snapping out of it, her eyes landed on that familiar tall, lean figure on the screen.

He looked thinner. Again.

Why though?

Hadn’t he already gotten everything he could want?

Weren’t he and Nicole playing house, all lovey-dovey?

Then he turned his head in the video, and the tears she’d been holding back broke free. She paused the clip. Right there—his eyes met the camera, and it felt like he was looking right at her.

Megan’s heart ached. For two straight weeks, she’d lived and breathed memories of him—his smile, his touch, every sweet moment he’d ever given her.

Why? Over and over again—why?

She still didn’t get how Tristan could just flip like that. Then Charles’s words popped back into her head: "Everything you care about, I’ll destroy."

Was this... was this all just to keep her safe? A distraction to throw Charles off her trail?

It had to be. It had to be.

He must’ve had no choice.

She shut the laptop, threw on her coat, and grabbed her keys before heading out.

"Going somewhere?" Samuel showed up right as she opened the door.

"Just need some air," she mumbled, dodging his gaze as she gripped the stair railing.

The parrot on his shoulder squawked out a rude laugh. "Megan misses her mutt man! Megan misses that mutt!"

She shot the bird a glare and raised her hand like she’d smack it. It flapped away in panic.

"You’re going to see Tristan, aren’t you?" Samuel asked.

Her lips pressed tight. "Charles said he was gonna ruin everything Tristan cares about. He’s just trying to protect me, I know it. That’s why he’s pushing me away."

"Megan, come on. You’re smarter than that," Samuel said, walking down a step to block her. He gripped her shoulders gently. "He’s not the man you thought he was. I told you, he’s done."

Megan’s eyes were red, her nose stinging. "Sam, I love him. I know he loves me too. He’s only doing this to shield me. Please, don’t stop me—not this time. I need to hear it from him."

"And if you’re wrong? If he really has moved on?" Samuel’s voice dropped, full of pity. "Megan, I don’t want to see you get crushed."

"Just once—just this one time. Please, Sam."

His jaw tensed so hard his cheekbones stood out sharp. After a moment, he sighed. "Then I’m coming with you."

"Okay."

Samuel drove as they headed for Dreamscape Manor in Capitol City.

Megan sat stiff in the passenger seat, heart pounding. She kept practicing in her head—what to say, how to say it. Her fists clenched unconsciously in her lap.

The baby must’ve picked up on her nerves, because it started squirming and kicking more than usual. Some kicks even hurt.

She loosened her hands and laid her palm on her belly. "Easy, little one. You miss Daddy too, huh? We’re going to see him, I promise."

Samuel’s usually carefree face was serious today, way too serious.

"Megan, when a guy’s heart changes, he won’t care if you’re his wife or carrying his child. He walks—just like that."

Megan turned her face to the window, her voice soft. She had to give them both a chance.The car pulled up outside Dreamscape Manor. With the AI facial recognition in place, the ornate iron gates swung open automatically.

As they stopped in front of the villa, Megan reached out to stop Samuel from getting out. "Samuel, let me do this on my own."

He ran his tongue along his molars, then nodded. "If anything happens, call me."

After a brief nod, Megan stepped out and knocked on the grand front door.

It was Mrs. Jones who answered. The moment she saw Megan, her eyes filled with tears as she clutched Megan’s hands. "Ma’am, you’re back..."

"Is Tristan here?"

"Yes, yes, he’s upstairs."

"I’m going up," Megan said and headed straight for the stairs leading to their old bedroom.

The door wasn’t locked. She turned the handle and pushed it open.

It was still that same pink room. Nothing had changed—not even the items on the vanity. It looked just like the day she left.

Tristan was sound asleep. He looked exhausted.

Megan slowly walked over and sat by the bed. Tears welled up instantly. She gently touched his face—he’d lost so much weight in just over two weeks.

Her fingers brushed over the faint stubble on his jaw, trailing to his thin lips.

Tristan’s eyes fluttered open. At the sight of her, a faint smile curved his lips. "Am I dreaming?"

He shot up and pulled her into a firm embrace, breathing her in like he couldn’t get enough. That light scent she carried—it drove him crazy with longing.

He missed her. So much that it physically hurt.

Both hands on her face, he leaned in and kissed her, lips dry but desperate.

His tongue parted her lips, hungrily capturing her sweetness. Kissing her like he might go insane if he didn’t. "I missed you so damn much."

He pressed hungry kisses down her pale neck, leaving behind red marks that bloomed like roses in snow.

Megan cradled his face, her lips brushing his chin, rough with stubble. "Tristan, I missed you too."

"I know," he murmured.

They kissed wildly, all reason gone, until his hand slipped beneath her sweater, resting over her belly.

His fingers trembled. He drew in a shaky breath. "I’m sorry..."

Megan’s lashes were heavy with tears. "I don’t want your apology. I just want you. Tell me—did you push me away to protect me?"

Tristan averted his gaze. "No... It’s exactly like you saw."

"I don’t believe you. You still love me, don’t you?" Megan turned his face back. "Tell me it’s because you had no choice. Say it."

His voice was hoarse. "There is no hidden reason."

He saw her eyes red and swollen, and his heart twisted. He gently pushed her hand away. "I don’t love you anymore. Please... just go."

Megan shook her head. "Liar."

She took his hand and placed it over her belly. "The baby’s been moving... Every day, I tell him how much mama and daddy love him. Don’t tell me you don’t want him. Don’t tell me you don’t want us."

She cupped his face and kissed him again. "Tristan, I’ve always known you love me. Nothing—no excuse, no reason—is enough to tear us apart. I love you. I really, really do."

Tristan closed his eyes. God, how he loved her. But he couldn’t.

"Tristan," came a soft voice behind them.

Megan froze. She turned around slowly.

Nicole stood there in loose pajamas, hand resting lightly on her stomach.

"Megan, you’re here." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Megan rose to her feet, eyes scanning Nicole up and down. After a while, she asked, "You’re pregnant?"