Divorcing him: Mr billionaire doesn't want our baby

“Congratulations, Mrs. Stuart. You’re ten weeks pregnant,” the doctor announced, flashing me a genuine grin that reached her crinkling eyes. Her words hit me like a bomb, a cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Pregnant? How? This can’t be!“I’m…carrying a child?” I stammered, the words heavy on my tongue. My heartbeat pounded so loudly I could hear it in my ears.“In fact, the baby is in perfect condition,” The doctor confirmed, each syllable stretching out as if in slow motion. “Your husband must be proud.” She closed the file with a satisfied nod, but her words blurred together. Blood drained from my face, my hands turning cold as ice. The room spun slightly, and I gripped the edge of the examination table to steady myself.All other sounds in the room faded into the background as one name rang out in my mind: Nate.The smell of latex gloves and astringent hand sanitizer wafted through the air, making my stomach churn. Memories flashed back to the one night he came home drunk.

Vivian’s POV“Your mother’s condition is worse. We need to transfer her to a higher care room.”That message consumed my thoughts throughout the night. Despite the hospital's reassurance that my mother was stable, worry gnawed at me, especially considering the high cost of advanced care. As Nate’s wife, I could easily cover it now, but what if that changed? My hand instinctively went to my belly.Nate and I had been avoiding each other since our last encounter. It didn’t bother me much; we were never cheerful buddies before, and even though we worked at the same place, I could easily evade him as I was his secretary.I placed my hands on my head. The office was unusually noisy today, or maybe I was just easily irritated, secretly pregnant and reeling from a text that threatened my fragile sense of security. My eyes glanced at the stack of colour coded folders that contained my data preparation for tomorrow’s presentation with the board, I just needed to make a few adjustments and I

VIVIAN’S POVI looked at Ethan and tried to beg him with my eyes, but he refused to look at me.“Vivi was just saying that she was—” Ethan started to say, and he finally looked at me. I held his gaze, pleading for secrecy.“What is going on? Vivi, why are you in the hospital? Did Nate do something to you? Is that why you called me?” Tracy’s eyes darted between Ethan and me, the atmosphere thick with tension. Her questions made my heart race.“—Due for an ultrasound. I was just saying how happy I was for her and how I was going to rip Nate to shreds for picking a crappy hospital,” Ethan improvised, and the tension in the room dissipated.“Oh?” Tracy asked, a smile forming on her face as she walked towards me, her hands gently cradling my neck. “In that case, we should all rip Nate Stuart to shreds for his crappy taste in hospitals,” she said with a light smile.Ethan cleared his throat. “I believe I am no longer needed. Take care of Vivian; she deserves only the best,” he said, still n

VIVIANMy eyes fell as Nate turned his neck sharply back to the road, his eyes sharp and his knuckles more white than ever and his jaw ticked with a fury I had never seen and suddenly I realized my mistake.“Wait, Nate…” I said, my hands suddenly waving trying to get his attention but it seemed more like he had increased his speed with the car.“I didn’t mean that,” I tried to say it calmly “it was an accident with tracy, I swear!” but the more I spoke, the more it sounded as if I was trying to be defensive.“Nate!” I said but the Nate went went on another gear plunging the car into a higher acceleration. “Please!” I screamed as I held the door of the car for support, Nate began to slow down and I tried o breathe.“You did this on purpose!” he thundered suddenly and I caught myself shaking my head in disagreement.“You knew and You told others, how many have you told about your situation?” he asked, his eyes momentarily looking at me and the coldness that surrounded his eyes made me

VivianTears streamed down my cheeks as the weight of Nate’s cold words settled heavily on my heart. I was shaking, my body wracked with sobs that echoed through the empty penthouse.I didn't want any of this to happen, and yet, I knew that there was no way I would ever allow myself to be ruled by whatever Nate had to say. But at the same time, fear filled my stomach. I could be causing more horrors going against him, and knowing Nate, he was capable of many things.My hands trembled uncontrollably as my phone began to ring. I glanced at the caller ID, my heart sinking further—I wasn’t ready to talk to anyone. Ignoring the call, I tried to steady my breathing, but it was cut short by an urgent knock at the door.“Vivi?” Tracy’s voice came through, tinged with worry and urgency. Deep down, I appreciated her concern, but I wasn’t in the mood for company or consolation.The looming feeling from the consequences of my actions weighed down on me so heavily that I couldn't move my body.“Let