บททั้งหมดของ Five years later, My Billionaire Ex-husband wants me back: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Janet POV “Congratulations, Mrs. Crawford. You are four weeks pregnant.” The doctor’s words hung in the quiet exam room, floating between us like something too fragile to touch. I stared at Dr. Evans, my hands frozen over my stomach. “Are you… are you sure?” She smiled softly and turned the ultrasound monitor so I could see the tiny speck on the black-and-white screen. “I am completely sure, Janet. Your blood work came back positive, and everything looks healthy. You are going to be a mother.” Tears burst out before I could stop them. I covered my mouth with both hands, but the sob tore straight out of my chest anyway. Three years. Three long, heartbreaking years of waiting for this exact moment. “Everything really looks okay?” I whispered, my voice shaking. “The baby is fine?” “The baby is doing wonderfully,” Dr. Evans said gently, handing me a tissue. “Just get plenty of rest, keep taking your vitamins, and enjoy this. You deserve it.” When I walked out of the clinic

JanetI spent the entire night begging Garrett to just sit down and listen to me.Every time I reached out to touch his arm, he pulled away like I was something filthy. I followed him into his study, my tears blurring my vision, swallowing my pride just to make him see the truth."Daniel is my childhood friend, Garrett!" I cried out, my voice cracking in the quiet house. "He met me at that hotel because he was helping me set up a private business investment! That's all it was!"Garrett stood by the tall window, staring out into the dark night with a glass of scotch in his hand. He didn't even turn around. "If it was just a business meeting, Janet, why didn't you tell me? Why hide it?""Because I wanted to build something of my own!" My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. "Your family constantly calls me a gold-digger. Your mother talks down to me every single day. I wanted to prove to everyone—and to myself—that I wasn't just living off your fortune. Daniel has connections in

Janet PoVThe rhythmic, high-pitched beep of a heart monitor was the first thing I heard.I opened my eyes, but the world was a blurry smudge of harsh white lights and sterile walls. My hands immediately flew to my stomach."My baby..." I choked out, my voice raw and dry as glass. "Please... my baby...""Janet, calm down. You're safe."A warm hand gently held my wrist. My vision slowly cleared, revealing Daniel sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. His face was pale, his dark circles deep, but his eyes were filled with immense relief."Where am I?" I whispered, tears instantly filling my eyes. "Daniel, the blood... there was so much blood...""You're in a private medical center across town," Daniel said softly, leaning closer. "You fainted at the airport. I was still in the parking lot when the emergency call went out. I ran back inside and brought you here myself. I registered you under a fake name so Garrett's lawyers and the media couldn't track you down. Nobody knows you're her

JanetThe quiet town was cold, picturesque, and hundreds of miles away from the crushing noise of the city.The apartment Daniel rented for me was small and modest, sitting on a quiet street lined with pine trees. It wasn't anything like the sprawling Crawford mansion with its soaring marble columns and white-glove staff. But it had clean walls, a small kitchen, and large windows that let in the soft morning light. Most importantly, it was only three blocks away from a private hospital."I will repay you for everything, Daniel," I said, setting my single suitcase down in the small bedroom. My voice was tight with embarrassment. "The rent, the groceries, the flight... I'll write every single dollar down. The moment I can work again, I'll pay you back with interest."Daniel sighed, setting two bags of household supplies on the kitchen counter. He walked over and looked at me with soft, earnest eyes."Janet, stop," he said gently. "We grew up in the same neighborhood. Your mother used to

JanetThe familiar, rhythmic beep of the hospital monitor was becoming a terrifying soundtrack to my life.I opened my eyes to the harsh white fluorescent light of the room. My hand instinctively dropped to my stomach, searching, praying."They're fine, Janet. They're all okay."Daniel’s voice was raspy, his hair messy and his jacket rumpled as he sat beside the bed. Relief washed over me so fast and hard that tears immediately leaked from the corners of my eyes.A tall, sharp-eyed doctor stepped into the room, holding a clipboard. He looked at me with a stern, unforgiving expression that made my chest tighten."Ms. Ross, I am Dr. Aris," he said, his tone dry and clinical. "You are severely dehydrated, your blood pressure dropped to dangerous levels, and your body is in a state of extreme stress. Do you understand what you are carrying?""Quadruplets," I whispered, swallowing hard."Four fragile lives," Dr. Aris corrected, leaning against the end of my bed. "Carrying quadruplets is no