All Chapters of Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CARLOS’ POVI double her security. Triple mine.It’s not paranoia—it’s survival. As soon as I saw those messages last night, when they said they had their eyes on Emily, something in me snapped. I can’t let Emily and our baby get hurt. I have to protect her. And if it means employing a thousand men then I’d do it in a heart beat.When Sarah calls me this morning, her voice is tight, rushed, like she’s trying to breathe through a storm. "Sir Carlos, you need to see this. The press—they’re everywhere. Practically tearing down the front doors."My fingers tighten around my phone. I stare at the gray skyline from my window, clenching my jaw "How bad is it?""It’s bad." She sighs "Really bad. They’re quoting something like a 1997 whistleblower case .The man who died in that accident thingy—everyone’s saying it wasn’t an accident."Of course, they are. Of course, they found out.This must be all part of Marcelo’s plan. I have no idea how he and Lina did it but they’ve managed to get proof f

EMILY’S POVThe night is going well, better than I think it would. After hours of talking to the investors, Carlos and I check how much we’ve raised.“Four hundred and ninety-three million,” I whisper, reading the screen. My heart skips. “Carlos, we’re nearly there.” Our goal for the project is five hundred million.This is great news. It means we’ve managed to salvage the situation.His hand slides to the small of my back. I turn to look at him. I can tell how relieved he is. “We’re going to hit five hundred. You pulled this off,” I say.He lets out a slow breath, as if he hasn’t allowed himself to believe it until now.“We pulled this off, Emily.” His voice is sincere. Then he meets my gaze fully, intensely. “But I could’ve never done this without you.”My breath catches. There’s something in the way he says it — not just the words, but the way he says them. I open my mouth to respond, but the orchestra music changes.“The waltz,” Carlos says. He turns to me, extending his hand. “Sh

EMILY’S POVThe steady beeping of the monitor is the only sound that keeps me tethered to reality. I’ve been sitting beside Carlos for what feels like an eternity, even though it’s only been a night.His face is pale. Too pale.Wires and tubes connect him to machines keeping track of every breath, every heartbeat, every fluctuation of his vitals. His lips are dry, chapped. His skin is pale.. He doesn’t look like Carlos. He looks like a shell… and I’m terrified.I reach over and gently brush my fingers across the back of his hand, careful not to disturb the IV line.“I’m still here, you know,” I whisper. I glance down at my slightly rounded belly, resting my hand there with a sigh. “And so is she.”I don’t realize how tightly I’m holding back tears until one slips from the corner of my eye.“She’s stubborn. Just like you. Kicks like she’s been training in the womb for a world war,” I say softly, half-laughing through the ache in my chest. “She’s waiting for her daddy to wake up and tel

THIRD PERSON'S POVThe camera is steady. Its lens are trained tightly on Marcelo’s face. The background is neutral, plain, and polished—crafted to look professional. What the public can’t see, however, is the truth just beyond the frame.A gloved hand holds a gun firmly to the back of Marcelo’s head, and Daniel stands just out of sight. His eyes are filled with hatred. His posture says it all – one wrong move and you’re dead.Marcelo takes a shaky breath. His hands tremble in his lap, but his voice—practiced, rehearsed—sounds clear.“To the public, to the press, to all those I’ve misled… I want to apologize,” he says. “Over the past week, I have shared false and damaging information about the Carter family—particularly Henry Carter. I claimed that he was involved in the death of a whistleblower. I claimed that he orchestrated things behind the scenes, that he was corrupt. But none of that… none of it is true.”He swallows hard. His eyes move to the barrel behind him that no one can se

EMILY’S POVI always imagined what my baby shower will be like… but I never imagine this.It is beyond perfect.The entire backyard has been transformed into what can only be described as a fairytale dream. I’ve never seen so much pink, white, and gold in one place in my entire life. Shimmering fairy lights are on top. There are pink and blue balloons everywhere. Tables are covered in blue or pink cloths, topped with glass vases full of wildflowers and rose petals. Sweet jazz music plays softly through the speakersEvery corner of the backyard looked like it had been kissed by a Pinterest fairy.Carlos had gone insane with the planning—and I loved every second of it.Everywhere I turned, people were smiling, hugging, toasting, and doting on me like I was royalty. Maybe it was the glow. Maybe it was the baby bump. Maybe it was the food. But this was one of the happiest moments of my life.I float from table to table in my flowing ivory maternity dress, greeting guests, accepting hugs a