All Chapters of His Regret: Barren Ex-Wife Has A Baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alexandra's POV. I took the last step into the room, letting out a deep sigh as my shoulders slumped. Exhaustion clung to me like a second skin, but it wasn’t just from the long day—it was from everything, from the weight of emotions I had been carrying for months. “He isn’t here,” I muttered under my breath, the lump in my throat growing thicker. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone and dialed my cousin, Theresa’s number. The call barely had a chance to ring before she picked up. “Home already?” Theresa’s voice was soft, and casual, as if she wasn’t expecting anything unusual. I nodded instinctively, even though she couldn’t see me. “Yes, I’m home, but he isn’t here. Asher didn’t come home again,” I whispered, my voice breaking. Tears welled up, blurring my vision, and no matter how hard I tried to blink them away, they refused to retreat. “Calm down, Sandra,” Theresa said gently, but her words didn’t help. I sniffled, trying to keep my emotions in check, but

Alexandra’s POV. "No… No! This can’t be happening!" My mind screamed as I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that when I opened them, everything would disappear like a bad dream. I would wake up to find Asher smiling at me, maybe even Theresa beside me, the way things used to be. But when I opened my eyes, reality slammed into me like a brutal wave. Asher wasn’t looking at me. He wasn’t worried about me. Instead, he was holding Theresa in his arms, his hands gently caressing her stomach. I had blacked out for what felt like an eternity, yet it didn’t matter to him. His concern wasn’t for me—it was for his mistress and the baby she was carrying. "Barren." The word echoed over and over in my head like a curse I couldn’t escape from. I tried to shake it off, but the pain wouldn’t leave. He saw me as barren. That was how he defined me. Not as his wife. Not as the woman who had loved him for years, who had given him everything I had. Just… a barren woman. I never knew Asher wa

Alexandra's POV. It was disheartening. No—shocking. My dad would never call me a disgrace. Not unless he truly believed I had done something terrible. But I hadn’t. Not in any way. Hearing those words from him now shattered my heart into a thousand tiny pieces, like broken glass that could never be put back together. “Dad, what is wrong?” I asked, my voice trembling between quiet sobs. “Why is everyone doing this to me?” My whisper barely escaped my lips, more to myself than anyone else. “Oh? You don’t know?” My father’s voice was laced with cold disappointment as he paused, waiting for me to meet his gaze. I hesitated before lifting my head, searching his face for an explanation. What didn’t I know? Why was he looking at me like this, like I was nothing to him? I am his daughter, his only daughter. His beloved daughter… or at least, I used to be. Maybe that changed the moment he found out I had given everything I owned to Asher. The moment he realized I had gone against

Alexandra’s POV. Theresa's steps faltered. She came to a sudden stop, the sound of her heels clicking against the tiled floor falling into silence the moment my words left my lips. When she turned to face me, I saw it—plain as day—the fear creeping over her features. Her eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, and she looked like she’d seen a ghost. "Y–You are p–pregnant?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling as she rushed back toward Asher. She clutched his arm tightly, almost like she feared I might snatch him away if she let go. "Yes," I said, my voice calm but firm. I kept my gaze locked on hers, then slowly turned my attention to Asher. I searched his face for something—anything—that might tell me he understood the weight of what I was saying. "You mean… you’re pregnant, Alexandra?" he asked finally, voice rough, like the words scratched against his throat on their way out. I narrowed my eyes at him, unable to believe he had the audacity to echo Theresa’

Alexandra’s POV. It took a few seconds—maybe more—before my father’s words finally settled in my mind. A suitor? No. No, that couldn’t be right. He had to be joking. He had to be. My father wasn’t the type to crack jokes like that, but still… there was no way he was serious. I stared at him, blinking like I was trying to wake myself up from a dream I didn’t sign up for. If there was ever a time to laugh and say “just kidding,” this was it. But he didn’t. And that made something tighten in my chest. After everything that had happened with Asher and Theresa, after all the tears and the ache that still hadn’t left my heart… how could he even think this was a good idea? It felt like my wounds were still open—still fresh—and yet here he was, throwing salt into them without flinching. And what made it worse… what made me feel even more hurt than angry… was the fact that he didn’t even tell me beforehand. No warning, no heads-up. Just dropped the bomb like it was nothing. If he had,