Semua Bab Regret Losing His Billionaire Ex-Wife: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Evelyn's POV"But I have nowhere to go," I whispered, my voice trembling so hard it barely sounded like mine. "Ryan, please. Don't do this. Don't divorce me."I was desperate, drowning in a sea of my own fear. Then, I remembered the paper. The small, crinkled piece of hope that was supposed to be my salvation. I scrambled toward the living room, my hands shaking as I grabbed the report from my bag. I rushed back to him, thrusting it into his view."Look!" I cried, my eyes searching his face for a flicker of something, anything. "Ryan, look. I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby. You can’t leave me now. Not like this. For the sake of our child, please, let’s try to make it work."I held my breath, waiting for the shock to turn into warmth. I waited for him to take the paper, to pull me into his arms, to tell me he was sorry.Instead, Ryan’s brow furrowed into a deep, clinical scowl. He didn't even reach for the report; he just glanced at it as if it were a boring business memo."Pregnant?"

Evelyn’s POVWhen I finally opened my eyes, the smell of disinfectant stung my nose. I was in a hospital."You’re lucky," the nurse said, checking my IV drip. "Someone found you collapsed on the side of the road two blocks away from the Harrington estate."My heart went cold. Two blocks away? Daphne was clever. She didn't want my body found near her doorstep, so she had her men dump me like a bag of trash in a different neighborhood to protect the Harrington name.Suddenly, I remembered the liquid. The pain. The vial.I sat up so fast my head spun, my hands flying to my stomach. It felt flat. Empty. I grabbed the arm of a passing doctor, my eyes wide with terror."The baby... please, tell me. Is it gone? Did I lose the baby?"The doctor looked at me with pity and gently patted my hand. "The fetus is still there. It’s a miracle, considering the toxins found in your system. But the situation is very unstable. You’ve suffered severe trauma. You need absolute bed rest and medication, or y

Eight Years LaterEvelyn’s POVThe massive iron gates of the estate slid open silently. A line of four black armored SUVs sat idling on the gravel driveway, their engines humming like restless beasts.I stepped out of the front doors, the midday sun catching the diamonds on my wrist. I adjusted my oversized sunglasses, my silk trench coat fluttering in the breeze. Behind me, a small army of uniformed maids and valets hurried to load the last of the designer trunks into the lead vehicle. My head of security, Marcus, stood by the car door, his hand resting near his holster as he scanned the perimeter."Mommy, are we there yet?" a small, sweet voice chirped.I looked down and smiled, my heart softening instantly. My daughter, Ivy, stood there looking like a literal princess in her custom-made lace dress. She was rubbing her eyes, letting out a tiny yawn."Not yet, my angel," I said, taking her small hand in mine."I don't like long trips," Ivy pouted, her lower lip trembling slightly. "I