Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced while pregnant: His regret came too late: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Elara Blackwood adjusted the candle one last time and stepped back from the dining table. Everything looked perfect, too perfect for a man who barely noticed such details. White roses rested in a crystal vase. Silver cutlery glowed beneath the chandelier. At the center of the table sat a small cake, simple and understated, just like the message written on it. Happy Anniversary. The clock on the wall ticked softly, each second echoing through the silent mansion. It was already nine thirty. Nathaniel had promised he would be home by eight. Elara glanced at her phone again, her fingers tightening slightly around it. There were no missed calls. No unread messages. The last text still stared back at her, shortcold and distant. I’m busy. Might be late tonight. She swallowed hard. Tonight wasn’t just any night. It marked three years of marriage and five years of loving him quietly, patiently, without expectations. Their marriage had never been born from love. It had been an arrangeme

The next day Elara felt her every movement heavier than ever. Her head throbbed hard, her throat dry, her limbs slow to respond. She lay still for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling to calm herself down. Last night wasn't a dream. The post. Melissa. The way Nathaniel had brought the woman home. Elara pushed herself up anyway. She had always believed that pain was not an excuse to stop functioning. If she rested every time she was hurt, she would never leave the bed. When she stepped into the kitchen, the smell stopped her. Food. She blinked, momentarily disoriented. Nathaniel stood by the counter, his sleeves rolled up, focused on the pan in front of him. There was no phone in his hand. No impatience in his posture which was so unlike him. He looked domestic. Something she had never seen in him before. Melissa sat at the island, wrapped in a soft cardigan, her chin resting on her palm as she watched him with a fond smile. Elara stood frozen at the doorway. “I think I have

Nathaniel stood up from his chair, eyes fixed on Elara’s figure. He looked stunned like he had just heard a word that didn’t exist in his vocabulary. For a moment, his expression didn’t change. Then shock flickered across his face, quickly replaced by a cold, amused smile. He had seen her sign the papers. He had heard her say the words. But he didn’t expect her to be serious because in his mind, Elara was still the same wife who wanted his attention. And now she was standing in front of him like a woman who had finally realized she didn’t need him. Nathaniel blinked slowly, as if he was trying to process what he was seeing. His voice came out low, almost amused. “Are you serious?” he asked, a laugh escaping him. “Is this some kind of… tantrum? Because of Melissa? Seriously Elara? Elara’s expression didn’t change. Nathaniel leaned back in his chair, his voice dripping with amusement. “You are really doing this little drama to get attention from me? Unexpected.” Elara’s

Nathaniel couldn’t believe what he was hearing. All of it felt like some kind of joke! He had thought this was just another stunt pulled by Elara. He had expected her to come to him crying and begging him to take her back. But this… this was completely unexpected. “What do you mean?” Nathaniel asked, his voice turning colder. “Are you sure?” On the other end, Rowan let out a small sigh. “Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Why would I say something like this without proper confirmation? Mrs. Blackwood has filed for divorce.” Something inside Nathaniel snapped. No. He refused to believe it. Elara must be throwing a fit. She was just trying to gain some control, that’s all. “Fine then,” he said with a scoff. “Let her file for divorce. She’ll take it back in a few days and come back to me, begging me to take her back.” Without waiting for another word, he cut the call. His mind was filled with turmoil when there was a sudden soft knock on the door. Before Nathaniel could say

The rest of the night passed with an agonizing crawl for Nathaniel. He tossed and turned on the bed, the silence of the bedroom pressing against his eardrums like a heavy weight. Every time he closed his eyes, he expected to hear the soft rustle of sheets or the soft breathing of the woman who had occupied the other half of the bed for years. And by the time the sun began to bleed through the heavy curtains, his eyes were already bloodshot from lack of sleep, and his temper was frayed to a dangerous side.The whole day passed in a frenzy. By the next evening, the restlessness had become unbearable for him. He found himself at the Neon Pulse Club, seated at a corner booth with Marcus and a few other men from their circle. The air was filled with the scent of expensive cologne and top-shelf bourbon.“To the most eligible bachelor in New York!” Marcus cheered, clinking his glass against Nathaniel’s with a grin that didn't really reach Nathaniel's eyes. "Freedom looks good on you, Nate.