Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing The Billionaire's Ex Wife: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter 1: The MiracleEmily's POVI stared at the pregnancy test in my hand for what felt like the hundredth time, but the two pink lines still didn't look real, for four years Gregory and I had waited four long years for this moment. Four years of hospital visits, medicines, prayers, and smiling every time people asked when we were going to have a baby. There were days I cried after another negative test, but I never let Gregory see how much it hurt me. He always told me not to lose hope because our time would come. This morning, I had taken the test before leaving for the hospital, and when I saw the result, I couldn't stop shaking. I needed the doctor to tell me it was real before I allowed myself to believe it. When the nurse called my name, I quickly wiped my eyes and walked into the office with my heart racing.The doctor looked through my test results before smiling at me. "Congratulations, Mrs. Carter You're pregnant." For a moment, I just stared at him. I wanted to hear t

Chapter 3: GoodbyeEmily's POVI looked at Lucy for a long moment before turning back to Gregory. "You really believe I can't give you a child?" I asked quietly. He didn't answer, his silence told me everything I needed to know. A bitter smile appeared on my face. After everything we had been through together, he had chosen to believe someone else without even talking to me. "Did she tell you that?" I asked, looking at Lucy. She folded her arms and smiled. "Does it matter who told him? The truth is the truth." I laughed once, but there was no happiness in it. "The truth?" I repeated. "You stole my husband and you're standing in my house talking about the truth?" Lucy's smile disappeared for a second before she looked away, Gregory stepped between us. "Enough. I'm tired of arguing, signing the papers and leaving."I looked down at the divorce papers in my hands. Just this morning, I had imagined placing Gregory's hand on my stomach and watching his face light up with happiness. No

Chapter 5: Too LateGregory's POVThe house felt unusually quiet after Emily left, Lucy walked over with a smile and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Finally," she said. "Now we don't have to hide anymore." I looked toward the front door without answering. Emily had walked away without begging, shouting, or causing a scene that wasn't what I expected. I thought she would refuse to sign the papers or try to convince me to change my mind. Instead, she had simply packed her things and left. "Gregory?" Lucy called again. "Did you hear what I said?" I turned to look at her. "I have a headache." She frowned for a second before forcing another smile. "Then you should rest. I'll make you some coffee." I nodded absentmindedly and walked into the living room. My eyes landed on the dining table. It was covered with candles, a cake, and decorations. I looked around the room, confused. "What's all this?" I muttered.Lucy walked in behind me and shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe she was trying to

EMILY'S POV "You look so much like her.”"Her? Her who?" I asked like a dumbass. Because who was this man that was not my grandfather but looked like my mom, hugging me?He pulled away from me, but didn't immediately let go of my shoulders, he chuckled awkwardly. "Forgive my manners." He introduced himself, "I'm Daniel Wesley. Your uncle."He offered a handshake, "Nice to meet you." I took his hand in mine, even though it was a hug too late."Nice to meet you too."He kept staring at me, "The resemblance is uncanny, indeed."I smiled a bit under his piercing gaze.Thomas returned and cleared his throat breaking the trance-like moment."We should get going." Daniel Wesley, the uncle let go of my hand finally and nodded at him.Thomas took my suitcase from the car and when I tried to take it from him, he gave me an odd look that made me back away.There was a troop of cars behind the one that Daniel Wesley had come in. Thomas went to one of the cars with my suitcase.I joined Daniel

The morning light poured through the tall, arched windows of the grand west wing, casting long golden shadows across the polished hardwood floor. I woke up slowly, blinking against the unfamiliar brightness, my mind struggling to piece together where I was. For a brief second, I thought I was back in my small apartment, listening to the hum of the city traffic outside. But then the soft, luxurious texture of the heavy silk sheets reminded me of reality. I was in Montreal, thousands of miles away from everything I had ever known, inside the massive, intimidating estate of a grandfather I had only met the night before.I sat up slowly, resting a protective hand over my stomach. My baby was safe, growing quietly inside me, completely unaware of the absolute chaos and drama swirling around its mother. I let out a long, heavy sigh, my thoughts inevitably drifting back to Thaddeus. That was his name—Thaddeus. Not Gregory. I had decided last night, while staring up at the vaulted ceiling of