Pregnant By My Billionaire Ex Husband

Three years later, Elena Hart returned to London with one suitcase, one exhausted little boy, and a secret that had learned to hold her hand.Rain glazed the pavement outside King’s Cross station, turning the road dark and shiny under the traffic lights. Taxis crawled along the kerb, buses hissed as they pulled away, and people hurried past with their umbrellas tilted low. Elena stood just beyond the station entrance with Leo’s backpack slipping from one shoulder and her suitcase beside her. The handle had started sticking halfway through the journey, so every few minutes she nudged it down with her foot and pretended it was not another thing she could not afford to replace.Leo leaned against her leg, one hand tucked inside hers and the other wrapped around Bunny, his one-eared rabbit. Bunny had survived teething, nursery, two washing-machine disasters, and one very serious beach burial. Elena had once offered to buy him a new one. Leo had looked at her as if she had suggested replac

Elena arrived at Lorne Publishing twenty minutes early with damp palms and a nervous stomach. Leo was with Mia’s cousin Sophie for the morning, and although Elena trusted her, leaving him still felt wrong. Before she left, she had kissed him three times, promised chips if he behaved, and tried not to cry when he waved Bunny at her and said, “Don’t be scared, Mummy.” She had smiled for him, but the second she stepped outside, the smile disappeared.The office was nothing like Blackwood Tower, and that helped. Lorne Publishing sat inside an old red-brick building near Holborn, with warm lights, bookshelves, plants, and posters of novels on the walls. People walked around in jumpers with coffee cups and papers tucked under their arms. It felt busy, but not cold. For the first time since coming back to London, Elena felt like she might be able to breathe here.The interview started better than she expected. Priya, the editorial director, was friendly but sharp, and the other two people on

The doctor arrived in twelve minutes. Elena hated that Adrian was useful. She hated his calm voice on the phone, the immediate obedience he commanded, the way the private paediatrician appeared with a medical bag and gentle smile as if she had been waiting around the corner for his order. Most of all, Elena hated the relief that nearly broke her when the doctor said Leo’s fever was likely viral and not dangerous. “He needs fluids, rest, and monitoring,” Dr Shaw said. “If his temperature rises above this level or he becomes difficult to wake, call me immediately.” Elena nodded, clutching the written instructions. Adrian stood by the window, silent, watching Leo sleep. The doctor left. The flat felt smaller with Adrian in it. Too much money. Too much power. Too much past. “I’ll pay you back,” Elena said. His eyes moved to her. “Do not insult me.” “I’m not taking anything from you.” “You already did.” She flinched. His expression tightened. “I did not mean money.” “No. You

Blackwood House looked exactly as Elena remembered.Beautiful. Cold. Unforgiving.The mansion stood behind iron gates in Kensington, all pale stone, black-framed windows, clipped hedges, and silent wealth. Three years ago, Elena had entered as a bride wearing borrowed confidence and a designer dress chosen by Vivienne Blackwood.Now she returned with her son’s backpack over one shoulder and a plastic bag of snacks cutting into her wrist.Leo pressed his nose to the car window. “Mummy, is this a castle?”“No,” Elena said.Across from them, Adrian sat with his expression unreadable. “Almost.”Leo turned to him, eyes wide. “Do you have dragons?”“One or two.”Elena looked at him sharply.Adrian’s mouth almost smiled.That was unfair. She had survived the last three years by remembering the cruelty, the silence, the way he had let her stand alone in rooms full of people waiting for her to break. But that almost-smile reminded her of other things too. Coffee left beside her at midnight. His

Leo had a nightmare. By the time Elena reached him, he was sitting up in bed crying, his small hands searching blindly for her. “Mummy!” “I’m here, baby. I’m here.” She gathered him into her arms and rocked him until the sobs became hiccups. Adrian appeared at the doorway but did not enter. For once, he waited. Leo saw him over Elena’s shoulder. “Daddy?” The word froze them both. Adrian’s face changed in a way Elena could not bear to look at. “Yes,” he said softly. “I’m here.” Leo sniffed. “There was a dragon.” Adrian stepped inside. “A bad one?” “Big teeth.” “I’ll handle it.” “How?” “I have experience with dragons.” Leo considered this, then held out Bunny. “He can help.” Adrian accepted the rabbit and sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed. Elena should have told him to leave. Instead, she watched Adrian Blackwood, billionaire and boardroom tyrant, inspect the shadows under a toddler’s bed with a stuffed rabbit in one hand. “No dragons,” he reported. Leo leaned a