Marrying My Ex-husband Nightmare

I didn’t move from the window for a long time. The city lights blurred as fresh tears came, quiet this time. My hand stayed on my stomach. Just us.A sound made me jump. The study door opened. Julian walked out. He didn’t look at me at first, just smoothed his suit jacket. Then his eyes flicked to me, standing there, a mess of tears in the dark.For a second, his face changed. It softened. My stupid heart gave a wild, hopeful leap.He walked toward me. “Sienna…” he said, his voice low. “I’m sorry… for stressing you, my love.”My love.The words were a warm blanket after years of ice. I couldn’t breathe. Did he mean it? Was the baby, the miracle, already changing things? Maybe the shock made him see. Maybe he remembered the man he was before the accident, the man who loved me.A tiny smile touched my lips. The tears on my cheeks felt different now. “Julian?” I whispered.But he walked right past me. He didn’t touch my shoulder. He didn’t look at my face. He went straight to the front d

A sharp, throbbing pain behind my eyes pulled me from the darkness. My head felt stuffed with cotton and broken glass. I groaned, forcing my heavy eyelids open. Bright, golden light from a crystal chandelier made me wince. I blinked, my vision swimming. “Where…?” My voice was a dry rasp. I pushed myself up on my elbows, my body aching. Then I froze, looking around. This wasn’t a hospital. This wasn’t anywhere I knew. The room was… breathtaking. Walls of soft, warm grey. Tall windows covered by curtains of rich, dark silk. The bed I was in was huge and impossibly soft, the sheets cool and smooth. Everything spoke of quiet, immense wealth. It was serene. Beautiful. For one dizzy second, I thought, Am I dead? Is this heaven? Then, the memory crashed down on me like a wave of ice. The fall. The blood. The loss. Julian’s cold eyes. Chloe’s smirk. Standing on the sidewalk in my underwear as the world watched. My stomach rolled. A hot shame, fresh and brutal, burned through me. I