Novel & Cerita Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

The ex-wife he hadn't officially divorced from his teenage years, and a slew of ex-lovers, one of them with compromising images of her with Vincent engaging in numerous sexual acts. Even after finding out the devastating news from the white stick in my apartment bathroom on Tuesday evening, I made it through a full day of work on Wednesday. Vincent and I having a baby was perfectly fine. I mean, I couldn't ever tell my moody billionaire boyfriend and my parents would kill me, but everything was fine. I'd totally play it cool. My hands barely shook, and when my boss, Dawn, mentioned throwing a baby shower for one of my coworkers I didn't puke. I had everything under control.

It wasn't as if they couldn't take their leave, but everyone was curious, wanting to know how everything was going to end. Probably they have heard about brides abandoning their grooms on their marriage day, but the groom abandoning his bride on the marriage day was something that rarely happens, but right now it was about to happen, and it wasn't just about to happen to any ordinary person but to Sarah Jones, one of the richest billionaires in New York City, and this wasn't a scene one would afford to miss. Meanwhile, Xavier sat at a corner in the church, his facial expression calm as if nothing was happening.

If that's the only truth I would hide from him, then it was worth it. "I was having nightstands every night with different handsome men at the club after my husband broke up with me. I just couldn't afford to sleep at home alone at night, so when I got pregnant, I don't even know which of these men owns the pregnancy," I said. "Was it during this period that you had sex with me too?" he asked. "Yes, it was during that period," I answered. "My mother's sickness is getting worse day by day. Whenever she calls you to come over, ensure you act like this marriage is perfect; otherwise, I'll destroy you," he said.

Cameras flashed like fireworks, and journalists sprang to their feet, but I didn't care. I stared at my husband with my eyes cold and my hands still burning from the impact of the slap. He touched his face slowly; he was stunned. “Vanessa—” he began. But I cut him off with a tap on my phone. The voice note echoed through the ballroom speakers, slicing through the air like a blade. “I want your wife to know that I'm one month pregnant with your child. I'm tired of hiding.” The voice wasn't just anyone's. It was Sabrina’s. My best friend. And she was standing right there in her emerald gown with her lips curled up in a devilish smirk, and then I turned to face my husband.

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.

“A man whose parents were the Stewart's family friend fell in love with their daughter. But Courtney was not into the guy, but because I had a crush on him, she decided to date him and go on with the flow of things. She always hurt and broke the boy's heart. During the breakup, the boy came to me for comfort and one thing led to the other. Two weeks after I found out I was pregnant and we both had no choice but to get married, a few days after giving birth, I lost my child” By now I could no longer control my stream of tears. “Then my husband started drifting slowly. We would barely talk inside the house and everyone would fault me for losing the child and not getting pregnant again” I took

"The timeline checks out. She fainted from fatigue and stress, but the baby is fine. It's a healthy pregnancy." My thoughts wandered. I did my maths automatically, my mind racing back to when we were still together. The last weeks we spent together as husband and wife. Seven months. It lined up perfectly. Dr. Hale leaned back. "Forgive me for being blunt, Eric, but... considering the divorce, one might assume she conceived outside the marriage. With someone else." I snapped my head up, eyes darkened from instant anger. "Don't you dare." He blinked, startled by the fury in my voice.

“You should have told me.” “I am done asking permission,” I said quietly. “That is not what this is about,” he replied. “Someone leaked information to the press this morning.” My stomach dropped. “What kind of information.” Grant handed me his phone. The headline blurred for a moment before snapping into focus. Billionaire Heir’s Ex-Wife Questioned in High-Risk Pregnancy Case. My fingers tightened around the device. “They are painting me as unstable.” “They are preparing to argue that you are emotionally compromised,” Grant said. “That your history with Dylan clouds your judgment.”

I stared at him for a full two seconds before I thought that I was indeed very cheap for tolerating Samantha for him all those years ago. I snickered and decided to ignore him. I turned around to leave, only to suddenly hear arrogant laughter behind me. “You clearly came here for Clark, and you’re still not admitting it?” “She hasn’t given up, has she? Wasn’t she really tough when she canceled the wedding all those years ago?” “Right now, Clark is the law firm’s partner and is about to marry someone rich. She must be regretting it.” Their words made me burn in rage. I could accept them thinking that my handbag and watch were fakes, but I could not accept them thinking that I still loved Clar