The Billionaire's Contract Wife: Six Months To Leave

Orlena’s POVI had just six months left until the end of my six year contract marriage with Brent Caldwell, the billionaire I agreed to marry under the condition that there would be no love or pregnancy.“Congratulations Mrs Caldwell,” the doctor’s gentle voice echoed in her warm office.“You’re 7 weeks pregnant.” She said, handing me the white envelope that contained the words that had just crashed my world.I blinked at her, confused. Pregnant?That was not possible.“So, for something like this, couples usually prefer to get the news together,” she added, pushing the results closer.My fingers felt cold as I picked it up. My eyes moved over the words, and my chest tightened.Positive. The word boldly mocking me.“Wh…what?” I swallowed, my throat dry. “How can I be pregnant? My tubes are blocked.” I blurted out, panic twisting my guts.I looked up at her, hoping she would say it was a mistake, but she only watched me calmly. I felt hopeless even before she could say anything.“That

Orlena's POV He would snap at any moment now, I could feel it coming, and my hand tightened at my side as I stood there, watching him.“Why is this here?”He finally looked up at me, his brows pulled together as he held the paper in his hand.“How is this here? You realize how important this is?” he said, his voice low but sharp.I blinked at him, confused, my heart still racing from everything that had just happened.What?What was he talking about?That was not the question I expected.He should have been asking why that paper said I was seven weeks pregnant.Why was he asking about something else?Before I could say anything, he took a few long strides toward me, stopping right in front of me as he stretched the paper in my direction.“Look at it,” he said.My fingers moved slowly as I took it from him, my eyes dropping to the paper, and the moment I saw it clearly, my breath caught.The contract.Our marriage contract.I stared at it for a second, my mind going blank.How did thi