All Chapters of Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

EMILY'S POVI sit on the couch with one leg curled beneath me. Bridget, Helen, and I are on a video call."Emily, I’m telling you, this whole situation is insane. Carlos came to visit you yesterday? Why?" Bridget asks.I sigh, rubbing my forehead. "Bridget, I don’t know, okay? I don’t have the energy to think about it right now.""You should, Em. Because if you don’t, I will. I swear, if I ever see that bastard—""I think it’s cute," Helen says. "He’s trying to make up for things.""How about his little girlfriend then?" Bridget asks Helen.A sharp knock at the door makes me sit up. I frown, glancing at the clock. It’s too late for visitors, and I’m not expecting anyone."Bridget, I’ll call you later," I say, already getting to my feet."Wait, who is it?""No idea," I murmur."Be careful. And if it’s Carlos, kick him in the balls for me," Bridget says.I snort, shaking my head. "Goodbye, guys."I hang up and walk toward the front door just as one of the maids opens it. My breath hitch

EMILY'S POVI feel it as soon as I see them—the knot in my stomach tightens the moment Carlos and Lina walk into the room. I know this is coming, I should’ve prepared for it, but seeing them together still stings like fresh salt on an old wound.Carlos is laughing with his arm wrapped around Lina’s waist, guiding her through the crowd like she belongs there—like she belongs with him.The worst part is that she does belong there now, doesn’t she? She is his girlfriend. The love of his life. His first love. The woman he can’t forget.I try to look away, to focus on the conversation happening in front of me, but my eyes betray me, following their every movement, every step they take toward the family.My heart tightens, and a feeling of jealousy twists deep inside me, but I swallow it down. It isn’t worth it. It has never been worth it.From the corner of my eye, I see Juliet’s lips curl into a scornful sneer as she watches them. Her voice is low as she mutters, "Husband snatcher."I exh

Emily's POVThe air is colder than it has any right to be. Even with the soft golden glow of fairy lights on the garden across the garden, the warmth doesn’t reach me.Not tonight.I stand just past the stone archway, where the laughter and clinking glasses from the dinner have become background noise. My hands are clenched into fists around the fabric of my dress. I can still hear her laugh—Lina’s. Light, airy, perfect. I don’t even need to turn to know Carlos is beside her, smiling like she painted the sun itself.It’s too much. All of it.I lean against the edge of the stone fountain, lost in thought.Greece. They’re going to Greece. I almost laugh. Of all the places, it has to be that one. The same country Carlos and I spent months dreaming about, late at night tangled in bedsheets, whispering about the blue rooftops of Santorini and the white sands of Mykonos. We were going to travel the world together, hand in hand, starting with Greece. It was supposed to be our own vacation.B

CARLOS’ POVI didn’t expect to see her here. Not like this. Not tonight.Emily.My throat tightens at the sight of her. God, she looks… radiant. That red dress is simple but it hugs her like it was stitched from starlight. Her hair falls to her face in soft waves that frame her face like a painting, and there’s a grace in her walk, in the way she holds herself, that makes it hard to breathe.How is it that the more distance we put between us, the more beautiful she becomes?Lina is already talking before I even register she’s taken the seat beside me. Her voice grates against the inner corner of my thoughts. “So, I was thinking an autumn wedding might be perfect. The leaves turning red, gold... Very romantic. Right, Carlos?”She turns those perfectly lined eyes toward me like we’ve already decided everything. My stomach twists.I hadn’t proposed. Hell, I hadn’t even decided if I wanted to. Before, I was so sure I wanted to get married to her but I’m not so sure anymore.“Sure,” I mutt

EMILY'S POVI stand in the bathroom, looking at my reflection.The woman in the mirror looks… tired. Her dark brown hair is loose around her shoulders. My eyes are filled with exhaustion.That dinner is… something. Eventful.I sigh, wiping the foam from my mouth and placing the toothbrush back into its holder. Then slowly, hesitantly, my fingers drift down to the gentle curve of my belly. My breath catches in my throat. I’m starting to show—not drastically, not enough for the untrained eye to spot—but enough for me to know.Enough for me to realize that this secret… this life growing inside me… won’t stay hidden for long.I place both palms against my small bump and let my forehead rest on the cool mirror.“Hi, baby,” I whisper. “It’s just you and me now.”Tears prick the corners of my eyes. I’m not even sure why. Maybe it’s the hormones. Maybe it’s the loneliness. Or maybe… maybe it’s the promise I’m about to make.“I know it’s not fair that we’re doing this alone. But I need you to