He Wants Me More After Divorce

Estelle’s POVHis back was to me in the doorway and I could see how tightly he gripped the doorknob. He was waiting for my answer.Then I thought about Lyndsey’s name flashing on his phone screen seconds after we’d signed those papers.The pregnancy test kit was sitting right there in my purse on the counter. I could grab it, show it to him right now, and make him see.But what would that change? He’d already decided I was a liar. He’d already chosen her.“Nothing,” I said quietly.He turned partway around. “Nothing,” he repeated, and his lip curled up. “What good news could you possibly have anyway?”He felt terrifyingly unfamiliar now. I wondered, if I disappeared from his life forever, would he even notice? Would he remember me at all, even for a second?I stared at the man I had loved for so many years, and the tears spilled over before I could stop them. My throat tightened, and no words would come.He glared at me, his Adam’s apple moving as his anger showed, then slammed the d

Chapter 4Lyndsey’s POVHarrison and Estelle had been divorced for months, yet he had never stopped looking for her, and he had never once touched me.I smoothed my skirt for the third time as we sat in the consultation room, trying not to look as nervous as I felt. Harrison’s mother, Claire, sat beside me.“You understand what’s required, don’t you?” Claire asked quietly, looking at me instead of the doctor who was reviewing my charts. “To become Harrison’s wife, you need to prove you’re capable. A family like ours needs heirs.”I nodded quickly. “Of course, Mrs. Emerson. I understand completely.”The doctor cleared his throat awkwardly and glanced between us. “Well, about that…” He slid the test results across his desk toward Claire, not me. “Miss Donovan’s BMI is concerning. At her current weight, conception would be extremely difficult. The body simply doesn’t have enough reserves to support a healthy pregnancy.”My face burned hot and I looked down at my hands. I’d worked so hard

Harrison’s POV“What do you mean you still haven’t found her? I’m paying you to do your job, so do it!” I shouted.Eric nodded helplessly and left my office.Estelle, where are you? How long are you going to keep tormenting me? I feel like I’m breaking into pieces.Then I saw my mom walk in, carrying something wrapped in a blue blanket. I froze, my hand still raised. “Mom, what is this?”She crossed the room and stood right in front of my desk, pulling back the blanket to reveal a tiny infant. He was sleeping, his little face scrunched up and red, his tiny fists curled near his cheeks.“This is your son,” she announced flatly, holding him out toward me. “Estelle gave birth to him. She abandoned him at the hospital and left the country.”The room went completely silent except for the sound of my own breathing, too loud in my ears. I stared at the baby, unable to process what she’d just said, my brain refusing to catch up.“That’s impossible,” I said finally, hoarsely. “Wouldn’t she?” m

Estelle’s POVI looked down at Lucas fast, my hand still holding his. “Is that your daddy?” I asked quickly, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it anyway.“Yes!” Lucas said eagerly, his whole face lighting up. “That’s him!”I dropped his hand and spun around so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet, turning my back to them both. My fingers scrabbled at the luggage in the trunk, moving things that didn’t need moving, rearranging bags that were already perfectly arranged.“Lucas!” Harrison’s voice was closer now, breathless and frantic. “Oh thank God, are you okay? Are you hurt?”“I’m okay, Daddy,” Lucas said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I just got lost.”“You can’t do that,” Harrison said roughly, and I pictured him crouching down, checking Lucas over the way I’d just done. “You scared me half to death. What did I tell you about staying close?”“I’m sorry,” Lucas said quietly. “I saw a dog and I followed it and then I couldn’t find you anymore.”There was a pa

Harrison’s POVI stood there like an idiot, watching her walk away. I couldn’t catch my breath properly.I’d thought—God, I didn’t even know what I’d thought. That she’d want to talk? That she’d at least let me explain?And Lucas—I looked down at my son. He was staring at the restaurant door, his little face confused and hurt. She’d looked right at her own child and then she’d just…left.What kind of mother did that? The Estelle I’d married wouldn’t have done this. The woman I’d known had been soft-spoken, hesitant, always careful with people’s feelings.This woman looked better than I’d ever seen her, but she was cold.Lucas tugged on my jacket.“Daddy?” His voice was small and curious. “Who was that lady?”I looked down at him and something twisted painfully in my gut. His eyes—those were Estelle’s eyes, the exact same shape and color. His nose, his chin, the way his eyebrows drew together when he was confused—all Estelle.How had she looked at him and not seen it? How had she lo