All Chapters of Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

EMILY’S POVBridget, Helen and I decide to hang out in a cafe. You know, just some girls' alone time. It's going well so far. It's relaxing actually. The sun coming in through the windows makes Helen's strawberry hair look even more beautiful. Bridget's barely-there smirk is plastered on her face as she sips on her iced latte. I swirl my straw absentmindedly in my own drink. I think of Carlos with a smile on my face. "I have to show you something" Bridget says, showing us her phone. “Oh, no. Another influencer caught in a scandal?” Helen asks, raising her brows dramatically.Bridget shakes her head. “Worse. Your ex-prince charming, Emily. Alexander.”At the mention of his name, my heart does an uncomfortable flip. “What about him?” I ask slowly.Bridget doesn’t answer right away. She taps her screen and turns the phone toward us. “Watch.”The screen shows a video in a club or some private lounge. The video is a bit blurry but clear enough. Alexander is in it—his sharp jaw clenche

EMILY’S POVThe dining room shimmers under the fairy lights. The table is set to perfection — polished silverware, white plates with a gold designs, and crystal wine glasses that sparkle like they’re made of stardust. I can’t believe this moment is real. My heart flutters with joy, and I can’t stop the smile that’s on my face.Everyone is here. My grandma, Carlos' parents, Helen, Bridget… everyone I love. And right next to me, with his hand resting protectively on my thigh, is Carlos — my husband. Just thinking that word makes me want to burst with happiness.“OH!” Lady Helen gasps. Her hand flies to her chest as she leans closer across the table to examine my hand. “Emily, darling! That ring! Let me see it again!”I lift my hand proudly. The light catches the diamond and sends tiny rainbows dancing across the table.“Isn’t it stunning?” I whisper. I’m practically bouncing in my seat.Helen’s mouth parts slightly. “Carlos, you have taste. I’m actually shocked.”Carlos chuckles. “Thank

EMILY’S POVIt feels like everything is happening all at once. For a moment, I think I’m dreaming. But no, I’m wide awake, standing at the edge of something I’ve built from scratch, and for the first time in a long time, I’m not afraid of it crumbling.I adjust the pearl cuff on my wrist and look around the grand hall, lit with soft gold chandeliers.Yes. I’m at my very own fashion show. The launching of my fashion line… officially!The runway stretches down the middle of the room and my designs—my designs—are strutting down it, worn by some of the most sought-after models in the industry. The sight steals the air from my lungs.Carlos sits beside me, dressed in a perfect black suit and matching black shirt. The top two buttons are undone just enough to remind me that he’s still the man who makes my pulse race with a single look. His hand gently holds mine.“You’re incredible,” he whispers close to my ear. His breath against my ear makes me shiver. “Every single piece... stunning. Jus

THIRD PERSON’S POVBeneath the ruins of what used to be a high-end restaurant is a door protected by two men with shoulders like granite slabs. They don’t speak when Lina approaches. They only scan her figure under her long black coat then they step aside.Inside, she goes down the stairs. The air is filled with jazz music and cigars. The bar beneath is filled with men in expensive suits who murmur around small round tables, and women dressed in the kind of silk that screams luxury with lips painted blood-red.A silent bodyguard in all black appears beside Lina without a word and gestures for her to follow. He leads her down a narrow hallway, past an old wine cellar turned surveillance room, and opens a door.Marcelo Vega is waiting.He sits alone in the back room, cigar in hand, behind a table that holds a glass of bourbon. A faint scar runs along his jawline.He used to be the business associate of Henry Carter. Now? They’re sworn enemies. Marcelo will do anything to bring the fam

CARLOS’ POVDaniel and I are in his house, in his office, working on who Lina might be setting us up with. My back aches from sitting in this damned chair for too long, but I can’t stop. Not when I feel like we’re so close to something. My laptop screen reflects off my glasses—half a dozen tabs open, all useless. Marcelo. Marcelo. Marcelo. Every search turns up next to nothing, like the man doesn’t exist. No photos. No address. No criminal record. Nothing solid. Not even on the dark web.But ghosts leave fingerprints.I rub my temple with one hand and reach for my phone with the other. I promised Emily I’d be home earlier, but there’s no way I’m leaving now. Not until we crack something open.Me: “Not coming home tonight. Still digging. Might be something big.”It doesn’t take long before she answers me. Emily: “Be careful. I love you.”Me: “I love you too. Miss you already.”Emily: “Come back safe.”God, I miss her voice. I miss her warmth. I miss the way she looks at me like I’m st