Alle Kapitel von Pregnant the Night My Billionaire Husband Divorced Me : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 6

Eliana POVGrayson didn't take off his coat.At twenty to ten his car came into the drive, and the engine never stopped. Then he was standing in the dining room doorway with rain on his shoulders, looking at the wall above my head instead of at me.The ladle was in my hand. Two places at one end of a table that seats twelve, and tomato soup with basil, his favorite, reheated once already because he was late. The test was in the pocket of my cardigan, two lines.One sentence was ready, practiced in the bathroom mirror that afternoon and again in the car. I'm pregnant, Grayson. He liked plain words."Eliana. Sit down." He kept his hands deep in his coat pockets."Dinner's ready.""I see that. You shouldn't have gone to the trouble." He still hadn't looked at the soup."It's soup." He didn't smile. Early on, he would have."We need to talk." I put the ladle down and sat. He stayed standing, which he did when a meeting was going to be short."I want a divorce."I waited for the rest of th

Under the kitchen light the test still said two lines.At seven that morning I had taken it in the powder room off the kitchen, with the door locked though the house was empty. The pharmacist who sold it to me never looked up. It had said two lines then and four more times since. I put it on the counter face up and left it there.The apartment was on the eleventh floor, furnished, one month minimum. The agent never asked a single question when I booked it from the back seat of the car and paid six weeks in advance. It smelled of fresh paint and someone else's air freshener.There was a couch, a table, two chairs, and a bed with the plastic still on the pillows. From the window I could see the top of Bexley Tower, thirty blocks north, its name lit across the roof. It wasn't the view I chose. It was the only apartment available.Nothing in the place was mine except one suitcase and a cardigan with an empty pocket.The bedroom was down the hall. In the kitchen my legs stopped. I sat on t

Sana's message was a video link and one line. Before someone else sends it. Delete it after.She had written to me on Friday too, and I hadn't answered. I hadn't known whether she was a friend or someone Diane had sent to see how I was taking it.I was on the couch with a plate of dry toast on my knee, four days into an apartment I had stopped noticing. Since Friday I had eaten at the counter and washed the same cup three times a day. The link sat on the screen while the toast went cold. Then I pressed it.Sana had filmed from her table, low, with the phone against the edge of the tablecloth. The picture shook and settled on the ballroom stairs at the Bexley Children's Fund luncheon. Grayson came down first with his hand under Cali's elbow. She wore cream and took each step slowly. Two hundred people turned in their chairs to watch her.On the third step her knees went.She went down sideways, away from the rail, onto the side where the carpet is thickest. Grayson had her before anyo