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Five years later, My Billionaire Ex-husband wants me back What do you know about Janet’s pregnancy?
GarrettThe crystal decanter on the sideboard of my penthouse study remained full, the amber scotch catching the late afternoon light untouched.Months had passed since Janet walked out into the rain and vanished into thin air. In the early weeks of her disappearance, I had sought refuge at the bottom of heavy tumblers, attempting to drown the echo of her weeping and the sickening venom of my own words in alcohol. It had done nothing but dull my senses and leave me stumbling through boardrooms like a wounded animal.I didn't drink anymore.A cold, absolute sobriety had replaced the chaos. I had become quieter, leaner, and ruthlessly controlled. Every morning began at five with punishing miles on the treadmill, followed by eighteen-hour workdays driving Crawford Industries forward. Under my command, the firm had secured the coastal shipping merger, expanded into sovereign green-energy funds, and pushed quarterly revenues to historic highs.The financial press praised my focus, calling
Five years later, My Billionaire Ex-husband wants me back “You... you're not?"
Janet"No, please," I gasped, the hospital room suddenly tilting on its axis. My fingers dug desperately into the thin cotton sheet covering my knees, the telemetry monitors humming like an alarm klaxon in my ears. "Not yet. They’re too small, Dr. Laura. Baby Four isn't even two and a half pounds. Her lungs... her heart... they won't survive out here!""Janet, look at me," Dr. Laura commanded, her voice dropping into an anchor of clinical calm as she tightened her grip on my cold hands. "Breathe. Nobody is wheeling you into the operating room today. We are not scheduling delivery this morning."The frantic pounding in my chest stuttered, a ragged breath escaping my lips. "You... you're not?""No," Dr. Laura said firmly, shaking her head. "Our goal has not changed: we keep these four babies inside you for every single hour, every single day that is medically safe. Every forty-eight hours they stay in your womb cuts their time on a neonatal ventilator in half. But we have reached the ph
Five years later, My Billionaire Ex-husband wants me back what happens if we cannot safely keep this pregnancy going much longer
Janet The darkness inside the bedroom felt suffocating, thick with a cold, creeping dread that turned my blood to ice. "Come on, Little Fighter," I pleaded into the stillness, my palms pressing flat against the lower left curve of my swollen stomach. "Just a tap. Just let Mama feel you." Nothing. The silence under my left palm was terrifying. Higher up, Baby A shifted with a slow, heavy roll against my ribs, and Baby B nudged sharply near my navel, but the lower quadrant remained completely still. Normally, this was the hour when the smallest baby danced—a flurry of rapid, delicate kicks that fluttered against my pelvic bone like bird wings. Panic, sudden and vicious, seized my throat. I forced myself to remember the kick-count protocol Dr. Laura had laid out weeks ago. Change positions. Stimulate the nervous system. Increase maternal glucose. With trembling hands, I reached for the nightstand, grabbed the glass of ice water Martha had left for me, and drank the entire co
Five years later, My Billionaire Ex-husband wants me back Little Fighter... please kick. Please.
JanetEvery breath felt like pulling air through a wet linen cloth.At thirty-two weeks, my body had ceased to feel like my own; it was an overburdened vessel pushed far beyond its natural limits to house four expanding lives. My ribcage ached with a continuous, sharp throb where tiny feet pressed upward without mercy, and my lower back felt as though the vertebrae were grinding together beneath an impossible weight.Even shifting from my side to my back on the bed took a calculated, agonizing effort that left me gasping, clutching the sheets as dizziness washed over my vision."Your blood pressure is creeping up, Janet," Dr. Laura had warned two days ago during her in-home check, her stethoscope cold against my swollen belly. "And your respiratory volume is severely reduced because your diaphragm is displaced. No more sitting upright at your laptop. No more shuffling down the hall to brew tea. Strict, horizontal bed rest. If you push yourself now, we will be delivering in an emergenc
Five years later, My Billionaire Ex-husband wants me back From now on, Bianca Harrington
GarrettThe mahogany door clicked shut, sealing out the hum of the executive floor.I didn't invite Bianca to sit. I remained behind my desk, leaning back against the leather chair, watching her with an expression carved from granite. Months ago, I would have welcomed her presence, mistaking her manufactured sympathy for genuine loyalty. Now, every breath she drew inside my office felt like an intrusion.Bianca placed the small velvet box on the polished wood, then reached into her designer handbag and pulled out a slim, laminated sheet of paper. She laid it carefully on the desk between us, her pale blue eyes welling with practiced, glistening tears."I know you're angry with me, Garrett," Bianca began, her voice trembling with delicate contrition. "I know you think I had something to do with that awful photographer just because Vanguard Media once booked him. But the truth is... I came here today because I can't bear watching you tear yourself apart over a fantasy."I didn't touch t
Five years later, My Billionaire Ex-husband wants me back From now on, Bianca Harrington
GarrettThe mahogany door clicked shut, sealing out the hum of the executive floor.I didn't invite Bianca to sit. I remained behind my desk, leaning back against the leather chair, watching her with an expression carved from granite. Months ago, I would have welcomed her presence, mistaking her manufactured sympathy for genuine loyalty. Now, every breath she drew inside my office felt like an intrusion.Bianca placed the small velvet box on the polished wood, then reached into her designer handbag and pulled out a slim, laminated sheet of paper. She laid it carefully on the desk between us, her pale blue eyes welling with practiced, glistening tears."I know you're angry with me, Garrett," Bianca began, her voice trembling with delicate contrition. "I know you think I had something to do with that awful photographer just because Vanguard Media once booked him. But the truth is... I came here today because I can't bear watching you tear yourself apart over a fantasy."I didn't touch t
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