All Chapters of Pregnant by the CEO Who Humiliated Me.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Valeria couldn't remember how she had gotten to the apartment Alexander had assigned her after the wedding. The city streets passed by in a blur through the taxi windows, while tears continued to fall uncontrollably down her cheeks. The driver looked at her through the rearview mirror a couple of times, but didn't dare to ask.Upon entering the luxurious 28th-floor apartment, the silence hit her like a slap. Everything was impeccable, cold, soulless. Just like the man who had just thrown her out of his life. She took off her heels and threw them angrily against the wall. The dull thud echoed in the emptiness."How could I be so stupid?" she whispered, dropping onto the white sofa.Three years. Three damn years loving him in secret, enduring his contempt, his absences, his nights where he took her with savage passion only to treat her as if she were invisible afterward. She remembered the first time Alexander touched her. It was after signing the marriage contract. He had been drinking

Valeria walked out of the mall with a cheap bag of underwear and basic products. She had spent her last dollars on pregnancy essentials. Her head was spinning from hunger and constant nausea. She had barely taken two steps outside the mall when a familiar, cold voice paralyzed her."Look who is still crawling around the city."Alexander Blackwood stepped out of a luxurious black car with Sophia on his arm. She was wearing a tight red dress and designer glasses, smiling as if she had just won a prize. Several people took out their phones upon recognizing them.Valeria tried to ignore them and keep walking, but Alexander reached her in two strides and grabbed her arm tightly."Are you still here?" he hissed close to her ear so only she would hear. "I thought you would have already gone to die under a bridge like the rat you are."Sophia walked over laughing and snatched the bag from her hands, throwing it to the ground. The cheap garments rolled across the dirty sidewalk."How pathetic.

The jet landed at the private airport in Barcelona under a pink dawn sky. Valeria—now Elena Vargas—walked down the stairs with trembling legs. The Mediterranean air, warm and salty, hit her face like an unfamiliar caress. Damien Cross held her elbow firmly as they walked toward a black armored Mercedes."Welcome to your new life," he said with a soft but calculating voice. "No one knows you are here. Not Alexander, not the press, not even your own past."On the way to an exclusive residential area on the outskirts of the city, Valeria looked out the window at the cobblestone streets and ancient buildings. Everything seemed like a distant dream. A new cramp in her lower belly made her clench her teeth. She bit her lip so as not to complain.Upon arriving at the modern two-story villa surrounded by gardens and private security, two people were waiting at the entrance. The first was a woman of about thirty-five, black hair tied in a high ponytail, and a kind but professional smile."I am