Divorced While Pregnant: The Billionaire’s Regret.

Rain hammered against the tall windows of the Sterling Mansion, blurring the city lights into streaks of silver.The luxurious living room was silent except for the ticking of an antique grandfather clock.Evelyn Hartley Sterling sat motionless on the cream-coloured sofa, her fingers clasped tightly together to stop them from trembling. Her eyes were fixed on the document lying on the marble coffee table.DIVORCE AGREEMENTThree years of marriage had been reduced to a few neatly printed pages.She had spent countless nights imagining how her marriage might end. She had prepared herself for arguments, misunderstandings, even endless cold silences.She had never imagined her husband would simply ask her to leave.The sound of footsteps echoed through the room.She didn't need to look up.She knew them.Damian Sterling.The billionaire every business magazine admired.The man she had loved with every piece of her heart.The man who had never truly been hers.He stopped a few steps away,

The taxi came to a stop in front of a modest apartment building on the east side of the city.Evelyn stepped out, thanked the driver, and stared up at the old brick building. It was nothing like the Sterling Mansion, but at least it didn't hold memories that would keep breaking her heart.She climbed the stairs slowly, exhaustion weighing down every step.The apartment was exactly as she had left it three years ago.A small living room.A tiny kitchen.A bedroom with faded cream walls.She had rented it before marrying Damian and had kept paying the rent every month, even after moving into the mansion. She never knew why she couldn't let it go.Now she did.It had become the only place she could call home.The moment she closed the door behind her, the strength she had been forcing all day finally disappeared.She slid down against the wall and burst into tears.She cried for the woman who had loved so deeply.She cried for the marriage that had never truly existed.And she cried for

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of Evelyn's small apartment.She woke to another wave of nausea.Rushing into the bathroom, she barely reached the sink before she threw up.When it was over, she rinsed her mouth and stared at herself in the mirror."You really are making your presence known," she whispered, gently resting a hand on her stomach.A smile slowly spread across her face.For the first time in days, it wasn't forced.No matter how painful the divorce had been, one beautiful thing remained.Her baby.The child she had already begun to love with all her heart.Later that morning, Evelyn visited a nearby maternity clinic for her first prenatal check-up.The waiting room was filled with expectant mothers, some accompanied by their husbands, others by family members.For a brief moment, her eyes lingered on a man helping his pregnant wife sit down.A sharp ache pierced her heart.She quickly looked away.She would not compare her life to anyone else's.When her na

Evelyn barely slept that night.Arthur Collins' business card lay on the bedside table, and every time she closed her eyes, she saw the word London.Was she really ready to leave everything behind?Or was she simply running away?The next morning, she stood on the small balcony of her apartment, watching the sunrise paint the sky in shades of orange and gold.She rested both hands on her stomach."What do you think, little one?"A gentle breeze brushed against her face.She smiled."I think that's your answer."Later that morning, Evelyn met Arthur at a quiet café.He rose to his feet as she approached."I was hoping you'd come."Evelyn took a deep breath."I'll accept the job."Arthur's face broke into a warm smile."I promise you won't regret it.""I have one condition.""I'm listening.""I don't want anyone to know where I've gone."Arthur nodded without hesitation."That can be arranged.""I want a completely fresh start.""No connections to my past.""No media.""No one from the

Three months had passed since Evelyn arrived in London.Life had slowly settled into a routine.Every weekday, she woke before sunrise, prepared a light breakfast, and took the Underground to Collins International.The work was demanding, but she welcomed every challenge.For the first time in years, she wasn't introduced as someone's wife.She was simply Evelyn Hartley—a capable consultant who earned respect through hard work.Her colleagues valued her ideas.Her managers trusted her judgement.It was a feeling she had almost forgotten.But pregnancy had a way of reminding her that life wasn't only about work.That morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifting through the office made her stomach churn.She quickly excused herself and hurried to the ladies' room.A few minutes later, she rinsed her mouth and splashed cold water over her face.She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled faintly."You really don't like coffee, do you?" she whispered, gently stroking her