She’s Done. He’s Breaking novel Chapter 40

**Chapter 40**

“Have you wrapped up your work?” Eloise inquired, her gaze landing on Stella and Theodore, who were deep in conversation.

“It’s all finished,” Theodore responded with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. “And I owe it all to Stella. I think I should take her out for a nice meal next time we get the chance.”

“You absolutely should,” Eloise concurred, a smile gracing her lips.

Once Stella had exchanged warm farewells with the elderly members of the Somerton family, she donned her down jacket, feeling the comforting weight of it against her shoulders. With a sense of determination, she followed Tristan out of the house, her heart pounding slightly with each step.

The driver had already positioned the car right outside the entrance, the sleek vehicle gleaming even in the overcast light. Tristan, with one hand buried deep in his pocket, strode ahead with purpose, his demeanor exuding an air of confidence as he slid into the backseat.

The rain from earlier had left the roads slick and glistening, creating a mirror-like surface that reflected the gray sky. A maid gently steadied Stella as she cautiously descended the stairs, each step requiring careful attention. She felt the cool air against her skin as she approached the car, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

The driver swung the door open for her, and Stella placed one hand on the frame and the other on the seat, allowing the maid to assist her into the car with utmost care. As she settled in, she noticed Tristan’s eyes were glued to his phone, fingers dancing over the screen as he typed away, seemingly engrossed in a conversation.

With a soft click, the driver shut the door once Stella was secure inside. The vehicle pulled away from the Somerton residence, the familiar surroundings fading into the distance.

Inside the car, an uneasy silence enveloped them. Stella took a moment to gather her thoughts, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. Finally, she turned to Tristan, her voice barely above a whisper. “The current state of my body makes it really difficult for me to do things. I’d like to go back to my parents’ house.”

Tristan powered down his phone, his gaze now fixed on her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “You need to stay in the villa until the child is born. There’s no room for negotiation on this matter,” he stated firmly, his tone leaving no doubt about his resolve.

Stella felt a wave of shock wash over her, her heart sinking at his words. She clenched her fists tightly, frustration bubbling within her. It was clear to her that Tristan had no intention of allowing her the freedom she craved—not out of care, but out of a desire to control the situation.

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