All Chapters of Longing For My Ex-Wife: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Isabella woke with a dull ache in her stomach again. For the third morning in a row, she felt as if her insides were spinning. The moment she tried to sit up, nausea hit hard. She barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up everything she had eaten the night before.Her hands trembled as she rinsed her mouth and leaned against the sink. Her reflection in the mirror looked pale and tired dark circles under her eyes, hair messy from restless sleep.“What’s wrong with me?” she whispered, her voice shaking.The door opened softly. Her mother, Clara, peeked in, concern written all over her face.“Sweetheart?” she said gently, stepping inside. “That’s the third time this week. You don’t look well.”Isabella tried to smile, but her lips barely moved. “It’s probably just stress, Mom. Work’s been a lot lately. And I barely eat breakfast these days.”Clara folded her arms. “Stress doesn’t make you throw up every morning. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how easily you get dizzy lately.”

Isabella sat curled up on her bed, knees drawn to her chest, her pillow damp from tears. The pregnancy tests still lay on her nightstand two little pink lines that had changed her entire world in a single morning.Her mother,had tried to comfort her before leaving for an errand, but nothing seemed to help. No words could silence the fear that kept spinning in her head what if Colton didn’t want this baby? What if he regretted being with her?She had never felt so small, so unsure.A light knock echoed from downstairs. Isabella froze. Her heart skipped once, then again.She hurried to the mirror, wiping her face and trying to smooth her messy hair. Her hands trembled as she walked toward the door, every step heavy with dread and hope mixed together.When she opened it, the last thing she expected was to see Colton standing there dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, his eyes softer than she’d ever seen them. In his hands were a bouquet of white lilies, a small box tied with a gold

Isabella sat on her bed with her phone still in her hand, her heart racing from Colton’s call. His voice had sounded steady, serious, but underneath it, she could tell he was smiling. “Start packing, Bella,” he had said. “I’ll be there first thing in the morning. My parents want you at the estate and they’ve already started talking about wedding preparations.”Her hands trembled slightly as she lowered the phone onto her lap. Everything was happening so fast. Just this morning, she’d been crying in fear, wondering if Colton would accept her pregnancy. Now, he wanted her with him wanted their baby.Clara entered the room quietly, a warm smile lighting up her face when she saw the glow on Isabella’s. “What did he say?” she asked softly, even though she already guessed.Isabella looked up, eyes shining with tears she didn’t bother to hide. “He told me to start packing, Mom. He’s coming tomorrow morning to take me to the Denovan estate. They want to start planning our wedding right away.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through Isabella’s window, wrapping her room in soft golden warmth. She barely slept through the night. Her suitcase was half-packed, lying open on the floor, and her heart was thudding faster than it had ever done before.Clara stood by the window, folding Isabella’s clothes carefully, humming quietly to herself. Every now and then, she glanced at her daughter with pride and tenderness. “You’re quiet this morning,” she said gently, smoothing a folded blouse. “Nervous?”Isabella managed a small smile, sitting on the edge of the bed. “A little. It still feels unreal, Mom. Yesterday, I was crying, thinking Colton didn’t want the baby. Now… everything’s happening so fast.”Clara sat beside her, brushing Isabella’s hair back. “That’s how life works, sweetheart. It surprises us when we least expect it. You’re blessed, Bella. Don’t be afraid to embrace that.”Isabella nodded, her eyes softening. “I’m happy, Mom. Really. I just… don’t know what to expect a

Maya arrived at the office earlier than usual, hoping to prepare her mind for the day ahead. She had barely settled behind her desk when April knocked softly on the door.“Miss Denovan, Mr Daniel is here,” April said, peeking in.Maya’s chest tightened at the mention of their names. She set her pen down and took a slow breath. “Let them in.”Moments later, the door opened, and Jamie rushed in before Daniel could even say a word.“Mommy!” he cried, running straight into her arms.Maya bent down, wrapping her arms around him tightly. “Jamie,” she whispered, her heart breaking at how small and fragile he felt in her embrace. He clung to her like he hadn’t seen her in years, his tiny hands trembling.“I missed you so much,” Jamie said between quiet sobs. “I’m sorry, Mom… I’m really sorry for everything I did.”Maya pulled back slightly, cupping his tear-stained cheeks. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to apologize. You were just a child. None of it was your fault.”Jamie shook his head, tears