Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife

“I want a divorce,” Grey said in a freezing cold tone. I had known all along that my husband would eventually bring up divorce, especially now that his first love had returned to the country after five years of living in Paris. However, I hadn’t expected him to discuss it tonight while we are having a romantic dinner date. I lifted my head to look him straight in the eye, a bitter smile gracing my lips as the word tumbled from my shaking lips, “Why?” “I... I've always wanted a son, Lily. God knows I’ve waited, but you failed. I can't keep waiting forever,” he told me outright. I felt the lump form in my throat as unwelcome memories flooded back in my head. Our two-year-old son had died two years ago in a tragic car accident. I was there when it happened, witnessed everything, and to this day, I still blame myself for losing him. I never stopped wishing every night that I could trade my life for his. Grey and I tried to conceive again, but despite years of effort, I had failed to g

Before I even realized it, I discovered I was sobbing. Noticing that the door to the balcony was slightly ajar, I ran straight to it.Mom was there, seated on the single sofa, with a photo album spread open on her lap. She must have crawled on the floor to reach there. She loved the view outside the window and enjoyed the fresh evening air.I had forbidden her to come to the balcony at night, but she did it anyway.As if she sensed I was there, she raised her head and smiled at me. “Lily, sit here, sweetie.”I ran to her side and wrapped her tightly in my arms to show her how much I love her.“I was so afraid… I thought something bad had happened to you!”My tears gushed forth as I knelt in front of her. She's the only one I've got now after Dad passed away a year ago. I can't afford to lose another loved one.“Don't cry, sweetie…” She gently took me into her arms and caressed my hair with her thin, rough hands.“Don't scare me again, Mom.”“I promise, sweetie, so please stop crying.”

Thirty minutes later, I walked downstairs in my uniform. A black ribbon secured my hair in a bun at my nape. I wore no accessories except for a watch, a gift from my mother on my birthday last year. Mom spotted me from the top of the stairs, her lips curving into a smile. “You look good, darling.” “You tell me that every day, Mom. It’s hard to believe you now.” She chuckled. “I mean it. You really do look great.” Celine emerged from the kitchen, holding a dozen fresh pink roses picked from Mom’s mini garden. She smiled at me. “I packed you some lunch, Lily.” She replaced the withered roses in the vase with the fresh ones. After she finished arranging the flowers, she handed me the lunch she had prepared. “You shouldn't have bothered. I can eat from the cafeteria.” “There’s enough food left for us. You should enjoy the meal your mother prepared.” Celine placed the lunch bag into my hands, and I had no choice but to accept it. “Thank you,” I told her, feeling a little embarrassed

The magazine didn't do justice to Natalia's beauty. She is even more breathtaking in person. Her fiery red curls tumbled down past her elegant shoulders, bouncing enigmatically with every movement. Her deep-set eyes, framed by long lashes, stared at me unblinkingly. They were exquisite, as if sculpted to perfection. Her nose, her best feature, gave her a queenly aura. The expensive silk wrapped around her body accentuated her gorgeous curves. No man could say no to this woman. No wonder my husband couldn't forget her. Her elegantly arched eyebrows rose as her eyes surveyed me from head to toe. The corners of her lips twitched into a smile. At that moment, I realized she recognized me. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bradford,” she said softly, so only I could hear. “Or shall I call you Miss De Silva now?” she added meaningfully before walking past me. At first, I was surprised by the chilling civility in her tone. But what could I expect from my husband's ex-fiancée? I pulled myself togeth

I could almost hear her thoughts: "Go ahead, make a scene. Show everyone what a mess you are." I bent down smoothly, picked up the fallen spoon, and gave her my most professional smile. "I'll bring you a clean one right away." Lord, I’d been so good to you. What did I do to deserve this? A whining voice echoed in my thoughts as I made my way to the counter to pick up their order. But whatever complaints I had, I pushed them away as quickly as they came. Be polite. Be professional. Act with class. I repeated these words in my head like a mantra. I loaded the food onto the trolley and made my way back to Grey and Natalia's table with the clean spoon she had requested. “Here’s the food you ordered, ma’am and sir.” The words were soft and polite; no one would guess I was brutally murdering them in my mind. With grace and expertise, I served the food they ordered. I could feel Grey following my movements with his eyes, but I acted normally, pretending I wasn’t bothered by those piercin