All Chapters of PREGNANT AFTER MY EX-HUSBAND CALLED ME BARREN.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jason’s handwriting. “Let’s meet at the mall by 10…” A lump formed in my throat. Beneath the letter was a Melissa writing “What if she finds out” I was blinded by love not to notice these two sneaking behind my back. So it was Jason all these times. Oh they had a cute file where they exchanged letters. “Omg” I’m very sure it’s Melissa idea cause this was the exact same black envelopes she used to send letters to the people she loves. I remembered then In school how we’d spend hours trying to guess who sends her letters. She’d blush every single time another one arrived. I even teased her once. “Whoever he is must be completely obsessed with you.” Melissa only laughed. “Maybe one day he’ll reveal himself.” My breathing became uneven Tears blurred my vision. Jason. It had always been Jason. He had been Melissa’s mysterious admirer all along. Melissa had always been any boys dreams, with her curvy body and perfect face card and he boldness any gu

I had dealt with ruthless businessmen.Boardroom wars.Hostile takeovers.But nothing prepared me for the average blonde standing frozen in the doorway of my hotel suite.Her emerald eyes were glued to my bare chest.More specifically…The scar running across my ribs.For a second she looked… disturbed.Like she’d seen it before.Interesting.I leaned casually against the kitchen counter, deliberately pretending not to notice.“Enjoying the view?”She blinked.“What?”“My body.”Her cheeks instantly turned crimson.“I wasn’t staring.”“No?”I folded my arms.“Because you’ve been looking for a solid thirty seconds.”She rolled her eyes.“You’re unbelievably full of yourself.”“And yet you still haven’t looked away.”Only then did she turn around.“I came to get my phone charger.”She grabbed the charger and headed toward her room.“Want a drink?”She paused.“I don’t drink.”“Then tonight can be your first.”She laughed bitterly.“I said I don’t drink.”“Exactly.”I slipped my wallet i

“Aurora Evans.”The name rolled off my tongue before I even realized I’d said it.I tightened my grip on the phone.“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice calm despite the curiosity stirring inside me.Ethan cleared his throat.“Miss Aurora Evans is a pediatric nurse at Pacific crest Hospital”Pacific crest!The line was quiet“I’m very so…rry sir,I didn’t mean to ….”“What else?”The memory of what happened in pacific crest was something I don’t want to remember, my sickness made me do something I never wanted to do.“She has an impeccable employment record. No disciplinary history. Highly respected by both her colleagues and patients. According to the staff, she’s one of the best pediatric nurses they’ve ever worked with.”A faint smile tugged at my lips.That sounded about right.Even on the worst night of her life, she’d still argued with me like she had nothing to lose.“Continue.”“There was a public incident yesterday involving her ex-husband.”My expression hardened.“I looked

The apartment was tiny.I stood in the middle of the empty living room, crossed my arms, and sighed.“No.”Jessica groaned dramatically.“Rory, you’ve rejected seven apartments today.”“I know.”“The problem isn’t the apartments.”“I know.”“The problem is your budget.”I shot her a look.“You enjoy reminding me, don’t you?”She grinned unapologetically.“Very much.”The landlord kept talking as if we weren’t quietly arguing.“…twenty-four-hour water supply, prepaid electricity, and security guards at night…”Jessica leaned closer.“It’s actually not bad.”I looked around again.The walls were old.The kitchen was barely large enough for one person.The bedroom could probably fit a queen-size bed… barely.It wasn’t ugly.It just wasn’t home.A few weeks ago I had lived in a beautiful house.Now…I was trying to convince myself that a tiny apartment was enough.Life really did change overnight.“Next,” I muttered.The landlord frowned.Jessica quickly apologized before dragging me outs

I had dealt with difficult patients before.Patients who screamed.Patients who cursed.Patients who refused treatment.But none of them came close to Kieran Blackwell.He had been discharged from intensive observation this morning and transferred to the VIP recovery suite.Unfortunately…I was still assigned as his private nurse.I knocked gently.“Mr. Blackwell?”No answer.I pushed the door open anyway.The luxurious suite looked more like a five-star hotel than a hospital room.Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked Manhattan.Fresh flowers sat on the table.A large television played silently.And sitting by the window…Was him.Still ridiculously handsome.Still wearing that arrogant expression.Still impossible.Without looking at me, he spoke.“You knock every single time?”“I was taught manners.”“Hm.”He turned a page of the business magazine in his hand.“I wasn’t.”I ignored the comment and walked inside.“Good morning.”“It’s afternoon.”I glanced at the clock.12:07 p.m.“…Go