All Chapters of Ex Wife's Revenge: Not His Heir, Still His Regret. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SLOANESome returns aren't welcome and there are some faces you pray never to see again."Ma'am, you can't be doing something so dangerous like lying out in the rain. It could really endanger the life of the baby.”I froze.The words echoed loudly in my ears.The life of the baby.“I’m pregnant? Are you sure? I'm pregnant? With…like a baby? A living baby?" My eyes glistened, chills running down my spine, my vision blurring with tears as I stared at the doctor strangely.“Ughh, Mrs—" He looked confused, his eyes fixated on something…I followed his line of sight and realized I was tugging on his white coat. I pursed my lips, slowly detaching my fingers, still staring at him expectantly.My voice sounded more joyous than I actually felt. Inside, my heart was ripping apart.Pregnant.The word alone made my chest tighten.What would Killian do if he found out that he almost cost himself the life of his child by kicking me out?Surely, he would change his mind, right?I could shut my eyes

SLOANE“As a couple, you'll have to decide which way the paternity would be tested. We have the non-invasive paternity test. It only requires blood work and a quick cheek swab and has a very high chance of accuracy," the obstetrician explained, and I nodded my head in understanding.“For the invasive paternity test, it has a higher accuracy than the non-invasive, but there's a 30 percent risk of miscarriage."My heart leaped and I shook my head in disagreement immediately.That doctor — I hadn't even gotten his name — had told me that my baby was currently in a fragile state.I was definitely not doing anything that was going to endanger this child more.“We'll be going for the invasive paternity test since it has a higher accuracy," Nika suddenly stated, and I turned to her immediately.She definitely wants my child dead.“No, we're not," I disputed immediately, glaring at Killian to say something."Miss Sloane, I'm doing this because I care for Lian. He needs to be sure it's his chi

SLOANE“What the hell are you? Killian, don't listen to him.” My eyes glued to Nika, a small smug smile hanging at the side of her lips.It must be her. She had literally pushed me off the stairs, there was no length she wouldn't stoop to just to make sure she had Killian to herself.“Don't listen to me?” The doctor cocked his head to one side, a mischievous glint spreading across his face. “Tell your husband that if anything happens to our baby, I won't let him off so easily.”“What the hell are you talking about?” I struggled to push his hands off my waist, though I regretted it immediately. He had been massaging just beneath my belly, curbing the pain.As soon as his hands left my abdomen, I bit down on my lip to stop myself from screaming. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I stretched my hands out, beckoning to Killian.He stared at me in disgust, disappointment spreading across his face.“Killian, I really didn't cheat on you. You can check! Investigate…” I took a deep breath, tryin

SLOANEA painful smile tugged at my lips as my fingers tightened around my phone.Funny, very funny.Killian Ardenian, the man who had once spent an entire night tangled around me like he couldn’t get enough, was now acting like he couldn’t even remember touching me.Eight weeks ago.The memory came rushing back so vividly that my chest tightened painfully. That night was different because for the first time in years, we had let loose completely. No business calls interrupting dinner, no cold distance between us in bed, no silence hanging heavily in the room after sex.He had held me like he actually loved me again.I remembered his lips against my neck, the way his fingers had traced slowly down my waist while he whispered my name softly into my skin.“Sloane…”God. Even now, remembering it still hurt.That had been the first time in years that Killian touched me like I was his wife instead of an obligation. And now he was asking whose child I carried?A shaky breath escaped me as I

SLOANEThe moment we arrived at Norcane International Medical Center, everything became chaos.Nurses moved briskly around my mother’s wheelchair while attendants pushed open double doors leading deeper into the private oncology wing. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled my lungs as I walked beside her bed with trembling fingers wrapped tightly around the rail.“Mum?” I called softly, brushing her cold hand. “We’re here now.”Her eyes fluttered weakly, exhaustion etched into every fragile inch of her face, and guilt clawed viciously through my chest all over again.The flight had drained her badly.I walked ahead speaking with one of the administrative staff while my father remained beside me in complete silence. His expression looked carved from stone as always, but I noticed the faint tightness in his jaw every time my mother coughed.The nurses finally wheeled her into a private ward and immediately began hooking her up to machines while another doctor reviewed the medical files Ve