All Chapters of The Billionaire Dismissed Me When His Past Resurfaced.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Karen POVI left the doctor’s office with the paper folded between my fingers and a smile I couldn’t control.Pregnant.The word echoed in my mind like a precious secret, too fragile to be spoken out loud just yet. I got into the car, closed the door with exaggerated care, and rested my forehead against the steering wheel, taking a deep breath.“You did it, Karen,” I murmured to myself. “We did it.”For the first time in a long while, something in the world felt like it finally made sense.Harvey would be happy. I was sure of it. He wasn’t an expressive man—he never had been. But I knew him. I knew the long silences, the lingering looks whenever he saw a baby, the way he grew unusually quiet when a friend announced a pregnancy.I picked up my phone to call him.My fingers hovered over the screen.“He wouldn’t answer anyway,” I whispered, smiling to myself. “This isn’t something you say over the phone.”I wanted to see his face. I wanted the good shock. That second of disbelief before

Karen POVI wandered aimlessly for a few minutes, feeling the weight of my body heavier than it should have been. The house’s garden stretched out in front of me, perfectly maintained. The flowers were trimmed, the lawn immaculate, everything exactly the way Harvey liked it: organized, controlled, without excess.I took a deep breath.The air didn’t help.“Mrs. Blaine…”The voice came softly, hesitant.I turned slowly, remembering, that I was no longer Mrs. Blaine. It was Emily.She held the suitcase in one hand; the other clutched her coat, as if she needed something to hold on to. Emily couldn’t have been more than twenty-six, but her eyes were far too tired for someone so young. There was a contained, respectful sadness there—the kind that doesn’t show off, but doesn’t hide either.“This…,” she began, her voice low, choosing her words carefully, “Mr. Blaine asked me to prepare this.”I looked at the suitcase.Then at her.“Thank you, Emily,” I replied gently. My voice came out st

Karen POVThe day began with a shy ray of sunlight slipping through the living room window. Kaleb, already awake, ran back and forth, banging two wooden spoons against pots, creating a sound he proudly called his “morning band.”“Look, Aunt Karen!” he exclaimed, his eyes shining. “I’m making music!”I smiled and sat down on the rug beside him. “Oh yeah? Then let’s see who plays better. Ready to compete?”Ashley appeared in the kitchen, a mug of coffee in hand, smiling at the cheerful chaos Kaleb was creating. “This one’s going to be short, but fun,” she said, glancing around at the room cluttered with toys and little pots.Kaleb banged harder, laughing. “I’m the champion!”“Challenge accepted,” I replied, grabbing a wooden spoon and improvising a rhythm. Soon we were all banging on pots, laughing out loud, the music completely improvised—messy, disorganized, but fun. Kaleb laughed so hard he almost dropped a pot on the floor.While our little competition continued, Ashley moved closer