Semua Bab Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Bab 71 - Bab 80

EMILY'S POVMy hands are shaking. I shove them into the pockets of my coat so no one in the hallway can see. Not the secretary pretending not to watch me walk past, not the guards stationed outside the elevator. Not even the woman in the mirror I just passed. She looks composed. Graceful. Like she has everything together.But I know the truth. My heart is thudding against my ribs like a caged bird trying to break free.He doesn’t know about the baby.And he can’t. Not yet.The elevator doors close and I finally let myself breathe. Deeply. One hand clutches my purse, but the other moves to my stomach.“I’ve got you,” I whisper. “I’m not backing down.”-Back home, I stand in the middle of my bedroom, my coat still on, and just… breathe for a moment.I pull the closet doors open, determined to find something—anything—that feels like me. Or maybe the version of me I’m trying to become.As I rifle through hangers, a sudden cramp pulls me forward. Sharp. Quick. I gasp and double over in pa

I stop in my tracks the moment I see him. Justin. Carlos' friend. He’s standing by the entrance. Hia stance is rigid and his arms are crossed over his chest. I wasn’t expecting to see him here. In fact, I hadn’t expected to see anyone I knew here, especially not Justin.I swallow hard, trying to steady my nerves. "Hi, Justin," I say, forcing a smile. "What are you doing here?"Justin doesn't answer me right away. Instead, he stares at me. His expression is full of disgust, like he’s just caught me in the middle of something unforgivable.“I should have known,” he mutters. “The first day I saw you and him together, I should’ve known.”My heart skips a beat. My gut twists with unease. I arch my eyebrow in confusion “What are you talking about?” Justin steps forward “Don’t act dumb, Emily. You’ve been sleeping around, haven’t you?”His words hit me like a slap across the face. I blink, stunned. My mind scrambles to process the venom in his tone. “Justin, that’s not true,” I say “Why

Carlos’s POVThe air is thick with the scent of liquor, smoke, and regret.I don’t even know how I got here.The night before is a blur of broken glasses, shouting into nothing, and shots I kept taking just to stop the voices in my head. I woke up on the floor of my secret penthouse, surrounded by overturned furniture and pieces of a picture frame I don’t even remember smashing—our picture. Me and Emily. Her eyes are frozen in time, smiling at a man she thought would fight for her.God, what have I done?I stagger to my feet. My temples are pounding like war drums. I grab my phone and as expected, I see about 50 missed calls from Lina. I'll deal with her later. The city outside my window looks cold, indifferent. Just like her eyes when she looked at me the last time. It feels like I can’t breathe without her.I try to convince myself I don’t care. That it doesn't matter since Lina is the one I want. But every time I close my eyes, I see Alexander's arms around her, holding her like

EMILY’S POVI close the door.Not gently.Not violently either.Just... with finality.My heart is thudding in my chest, loud enough I swear Alexander can hear it from outside. I press my back against the door, eyes closed, hands shaking. My entire body feels like it’s vibrating with adrenaline, like I just walked away from standing too close to an edge.I don't look through the peephole. I don’t check to see if he's still there. I just breathe. In. Out. In. Out. And then I turn the lock.Click.Carlos saw the vitamins. Does he know? Did he figure it out? I don’t, I don’t think so. I mean, I had a pretty convincing excuse, didn’t i?Alexander is back inside before I can say anything. He looks at me, concerned, like he’s checking for bruises no one can see.“You okay?” he asks gently.I nod. “Yeah. I just… I couldn’t do it. Not again.”He exhales slowly and doesn’t press for more. Just walks over, placing a hand on the small of my back.“I’m proud of you,” he murmurs.I don’t reply. I

Emily’s POVThe minute I step into the baby store, I feel so much happiness. I can’t help the grin that’s plastered on my face. I greet all the workers with huge smiles as I walk in.You know what this feels like? It feels like the sun breaking through a cloudy sky. There’s something about the soft pastel colors, the tiny shoes lined up neatly on the shelves, the gentle lullabies playing from hidden speakers. It all feels surreal. My fingers brush against a row of tiny onesies. Each of them is so cute—mint green, baby pink, sunflower yellow. My heart swells.“I can’t believe I’m really here,” I whisper to myself, letting out a breathy laugh as I hold up a pretty little dress “You’re really coming, my little one…”I can’t help it. I close my eyes for a second, letting myself imagine this moment how it should be. Carlos pushing the cart, making stupid jokes about baby poop, asking if we really need another stuffed bunny. His hand brushing against mine every now and then, the kind of lit