Semua Bab Ex-wife becomes pregnant after divorce: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Caroline slammed the restaurant door shut, the sound echoing in the quiet night like a gunshot. "Human, human," she hissed, the word feeling like acid on her tongue. How could she? How could Maralyn, her supposed best friend, carve out her heart like this? After all these years, after shared secrets whispered under bed sheets, after surviving the rollercoaster of life together, she’d just...thrown her to the wolves."Human, human," she repeated, her voice cracking with rising frustration. She could feel the anger, a hot, molten rage, building inside her. She needed to escape, to flee this suffocating betrayal, this small-minded city that seemed to be closing in on her. Out of this restaurant, out of this heartless place where friendships meant nothing, out of the clutches of a heartless, manipulative…human.She felt numb, the betrayal stinging like a fresh wound. A wound so deep, it felt like she'd lost a part of herself. Her friendship with Maralyn, a bond she'd believed unbreakable

Caroline’s jaw tightened. The thought of Jeffrey, his smug face, the way he’d discarded her… it all fueled the fire in her chest. "I'm going to make him know pain," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "I want him crawling, begging me in public. And when he does? He’s getting a full bottle of sparkling wine to the face, followed by a slap so hard his cheeks will be burning red for days!" Jane chuckled darkly. "Now that's the Caroline I know. Don’t forget to film it for us all to see!"Caroline’s anger began to morph into something more focused, more controlled. "I need to get this DNA test done." She said with a sigh. It was almost comical to think that after all the things she's gone through, she'd still need to verify her blood line. The nerve of it all!Jane nodded, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Good, once the test has been done and the result is out, no one can question you anymore.Caroline shot a look at her friend. "I know right?" She then began to analyze her thoughts. "B

Caroline stiffened, gripping the doorframe. She hadn’t seen Maralyn in months, not since the betrayal that had shaken their friendship to its core. "Caroline," Maralyn said softly, her voice trembling. "Please, can we talk?" Caroline’s jaw tightened. "Maralyn, what are you doing here?" "I needed to see you," Maralyn said, taking a tentative step forward. "I’ve been trying to reach you, but you keep ignoring me. This is the third time I’ve come here, and I—" "Because I have nothing to say to you," Caroline cut her off, her tone icy. Maralyn flinched, but she didn’t move. "I know I hurt you. I know I messed up. But Caroline, I need you to hear me out. Please." Agnes appeared behind Caroline, her expression wary. "Is everything okay?" Caroline glanced back at Agnes, then turned her attention to Maralyn. Her chest tightened. She didn’t want to relive the pain of what had happened, but seeing Maralyn standing there, looking so desperate, made her hesitate. "You have five mi

As she drove back to her Grandma's house, her mind was racing. The evening had been more than she’d hoped for, and for the first time in a long while, she felt like she was moving toward something good. But as she parked her car and walked toward the house, she noticed the curtains twitching. Jane and Granny had been waiting. Granny was sitting in her favorite armchair when Caroline tiptoed into the house, hoping to slip past unnoticed. But Granny’s sharp eyes caught her instantly. “Caroline,” Granny said firmly, her voice carrying the weight of authority. “Where are you coming from?” Caroline froze, gripping the strap of her purse tightly. “Uh… I was just… um…” Granny raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently. Jane, sitting on the couch with a smirk, chimed in, “She’s coming from a date with Ancelotti.” Granny’s expression shifted from suspicion to curiosity. “Ohhh, so I was right. And here I thought you were lying about going to your house.” Caroline’s face turned bright r

Caroline sat in the living room, absentmindedly flipping through a stack of papers she had brought from the office. Jane was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone, occasionally throwing teasing glances at Caroline. “I think I’ll step out in a bit,” Caroline said, breaking the silence. “Maybe head back to the office and check a few things. If I run into Jeffrey, I’ll deal with him.” Jane raised an eyebrow. “You’re really going to face Jeffrey today? You’ve been avoiding him like the plague.” Caroline sighed. “I can’t keep avoiding him, Jane. It’s time I set things straight. He has to understand that I’ve moved on, and there’s nothing left between us.” Jane smirked. “Moved on? Sounds like Ancelotti is doing a great job.” Caroline rolled her eyes. “Please, don’t start. I’m just trying to focus on my life and my kids. Speaking of which, I need to stop by the school and check on the triplets later this week.” As she spoke, her phone vibrated on the coffee table. S