All Chapters of Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

EMILY’S POVThree days. Just three days since the fire and here I am. Back in my studio like it never happened. Carlos did everything to try to convince me to stay home and rest but I still have a lot to do plus I’m feeling a lot better. I won’t let a little incident keep me down.The place is still in recovery mode, with ladders leaned against the walls and the sound of hammering echoing somewhere in the back. The constructors are fixing a lot of things. But I’m here. I’m working. And I’m grateful.My office window overlooks the worksite. A large tarp covers a partially scorched wall outside, but my design space—the heart of everything was mostly untouched. Thank God for insurance. Thank God for second chances.My sketchpad lies open in front of me, filled with new silhouettes and fabric swatches. My laptop rests on the cleanest part of my desk, set up for the biggest Zoom call of my life. The screen lights up with faces—eight board members of Juille Hart, one of the most luxurious f

EMILY’S POVLina.I blink, unsure for a moment if my eyes are playing a cruel trick on me. But no—there she is.She looks as lavish as ever. She’s wearing a sparkly emerald gown that shimmers with every step she takes inside. Her smile is painted on perfectly, but her eyes—they’re wild.What’s she doing here?“Surprise,” she purrs.The room falls dead silent. A fork clatters somewhere across the table. You can hear the hum of the chandelier. Even the candles seem to flicker more nervously.Juliet leans into her wine glass and mutters not-so-quietly, “More like a nightmare.”Kathy snorts and rolls her eyes. “Of course she wore emerald. The color of envy and delusion.”I can’t move. I just stare at her as she slowly makes her way into the room, like a queen arriving late to her coronation. My mouth goes dry.“Carlos…” I whisper, my eyes never leaving Lina. “Did you… did you invite her?”Carlos turns to me, looking equally shocked. “What? No—no! Emily, I swear to you, I haven’t spoken to

EMILY'S POVThe sound echoes again. It’s a dull bang that makes my heart jolt. Carlos and I snap apart instantly, as if the air between us hasn’t just been crackling with heat seconds before. His brows furrow, and he turns toward the hallway."What the hell was that?" he mutters.“I don’t know,” I say, my voice breathless from everything—not just the noise.Together, we rush toward the living room. His hand holds mine as we move. The house is quiet except for that strange sound, but as we reach the wide window near the couch, I hear it clearer.Patter. Patter. Pat-pat-pat.Rain.I move closer, pulling aside the curtains. What I see takes my breath away.It’s not just any rain—it’s a full-blown storm. The huge trees outside look like they’ll snap at any moment.Carlos stands beside me, staring out.“Shit,” he breathes. “That came fast.”He glances at the clock on the wall and rubs the back of his neck. “I should probably get going before it gets worse.”“What?” I turn to him. “No. Carl

EMILY'S POVThe door closes with a soft click behind us, but the sound echoes like thunder in my ears. My feet barely move. My heart is pounding so loudly I’m sure Carlos can hear it. I can’t think—only feel.Carlos’s hand is warm around mine as he gently leads me to the living room. Everything feels muted. Like the world has gone underwater.“Emily,” he says, stopping us. He turns to face me and cups my cheeks with both hands. His touch is so gentle, like I might break at the slightest pressure. “Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Did Alexander hurt you?”I stare up into his eyes—those blue eyes that usually glow with lighthearted teasing. Now, his eyes are dark with a kind of fury I’ve never seen in him before. My lips part, but no words come. I just shake my head slowly.“No,” I whisper. “Not physically.”But I’m shaking, uncontrollably now, and I hate it. My knees give out and I crumple forward, only for Carlos to catch me right in time. I collapse into his chest, burying my face int

Sure! Here's the chapter rewritten in present tense, without changing anything else:BRIDGET'S POVThe neon lights of the club flash in rhythm with the music. I lean against the bar, sipping a red cocktail with Helen seated next to me on a high stool.The music is loud. The beat is deep enough to echo in my chest, and the air is thick with perfume, cologne, and sweat. Still, it feels good to be out.“I wish Emily was here,” I say, raising my voice over the music.Helen laughs, tossing her head back. “Right? But she’s stuck at that family dinner.”I make a face and lift my phone. “Let’s send her a photo. She can live vicariously through us.”We huddle together, cheek to cheek, both of us striking our most dramatic pose — pouty lips and flirty eyes. I snap a few and take a couple of videos too, scanning across the club, capturing the flashing lights and the energy. I upload them all to my Instagram story, adding a “Girls’ Night Out 💋🍸” sticker and tagging Helen.“My followers are goin