Novel-novel oleh Candy

Nora’s POVPregnant? Pregnant?! I was fucking pregnant?! Any other day, I might’ve been happy. Maybe even excited. But not today. Not when my life was already falling apart. Not when the father was Jeremiah.My chest tightened. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. "I think you should calm down," the handsome stranger said, standing up. His voice was steady, his touch gentle as he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. My lips quivered. "I can't," I whispered, and then—I broke. Sobs shook my body, hot tears streaming down my face. It was too much. This baby had the worst fucking timing. "It's alright," the man murmured, sliding onto the bed beside me and pulling me into his arms. He rubbed my back gently, his touch oddly soothing. I stiffened at first, but then something about him—his presence, his calmness—made me breathe again. Slowly, I stopped crying. A throat cleared. I turned, suddenly remembering the doctor was still in the room. "I'll get you something for

Jeremiah leaned against the glass railing of his penthouse balcony, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He took a slow sip, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat. He felt free, like he had just cut the last chain tying him to his past. Nora was finally gone. His phone vibrated on the table behind him. He ignored it at first, letting the moment settle in. He wasn’t in a rush—he knew exactly what the message was. After a minute, he turned and picked up the phone. Mr. Flint: Nora signed the papers. She says she doesn’t want anything from you.Jeremiah let out a low chuckle. "Classic Nora. So Fucking stubborn."He knew Nora better than anyone. She never let things go. Never walked away from a fight. She’d rather die clawing for a win than accept a loss. For a second, he imagined her reaction. The way her face would twist in rage, the way her hands probably shook as she signed the papers. He could see it perfectly—her eyes dark, her lips pressed together, barely holding herse

I stared at the divorce papers in front of me, my hands clenched into fists. My signature was the only thing missing. Jeremiah had already signed, I guess our marriage never meant anything to him. I felt my throat tighten, but I refused to cry. I sniffed. Grabbing the pen with so much force I thought it would snap in half. My hands were shaking, but not from sadness—no, it was pure rage. I pressed the tip to the paper and dragged my name across it in sharp, angry strokes. Done. Just like that, twenty years of knowing him, four years of marriage, gone. I exhaled sharply, shoving the papers aside. Then I picked up my phone and called Mr. Flint. "Come back," I said, my voice cold and Sharp. The moment he stepped through the door, I shoved the papers at him. "Tell Jeremiah that I don’t want a single cent from him. And he can shove all his money up his ass." Before he could even react, I threw the pen at him. I wanted to throw more, break something, to scream, but I forced

"Where's my husband?" I screamed."Excuse me?" The woman scoffed as she looked at me with wide, irritated eyes, clutching the collar of Jeremiah’s shirt like she wasn’t standing in my husband’s hotel room.“Can I help you?” she asked coldly.I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Maybe I had the wrong room. Maybe this was some kind of mistake..Only it wasn't. I was certain this was Jeremiah's hotel room.“Where’s Jeremiah?” I demanded, my voice tight.Her lips parted slightly, as if she wasn’t sure whether to answer or slam the door in my face.I shoved the door open wider, stepping inside before she could stop me. The room smelled like cologne and faint traces of perfume that wasn’t mine. The bed was messy, the sheets tangled, and that was all the proof I needed.It hit me all at once.Jeremiah hadn’t just left me.He had replaced me.“How long?” I asked, my voice deadly calm staring at the messy bed.The woman—no, Kimberly, as I later learned—wrapped her arms around h

Nora's POV"Who the hell are you?" I screamed angrily.The blonde haired woman blinked confused like an idiot. Her mascara smudged under her eyes, as if I were the one who barged into her life. She was barefoot. Wearing his shirt. My husband’s shirt. And the smell of his cologne was still in the air.My hands were shaking.I had flown halfway across the world to find Jeremiah my husband, and save our marriage. But all I found was this woman in his hotel room.She tilted her head, confused. “I could ask you the same thing.”I could have laughed. I really could have. If my heart wasn’t already cracking like shattered glass inside my chest."I'm Jeremiah's wife," I said, voice low. “Who are you!?”She didn't answer. The stupid blonde bitch couldn't answer.---Twelve Hours Earlier. Back at the Estate."Miss Gilbert?"I lifted my sunglasses, squinting at the man standing before me. The sunlight was too bright, and for a second, I thought I misheard him. Miss Gilbert? Why the hell was he c