After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant Novels & Stories

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

He swallowed hard again and wiped his lips. “You..you can't father a baby?!” She asked in disbelief. “I can't, “ he replied sadly with his gaze on the floor. “And how do you know that?” She asked. “I once impregnated a girl called Sally after I ran away from rehab. We were both cohabiting, her parents were rich and she was a junkie too. We both fled from rehab and put up together in a home she rented. She loved me so much and then one day, she claimed she was pregnant. I took the bold step to return home to break the news to my family.

Because of that, Serena's mother began looking down on him, mocking him for being broke and unable to have kids. Owen took it all, even after Serena gave birth. He cared for the baby like his own. Then one day, the baby's real father showed up. Owen wasn't home, and the man got into a heated argument with Mildred. That was when she found out the grandson she'd been doting on wasn't Owen's. The shock hit her like a ton of bricks, and she had a heart attack right there. Serena didn't spare Mildred a glance. She took the baby and left with the man.

The guest list was limited, as my colleagues were still unaware of my true identity. Delanie and Declan, my siblings, were thriving. Delanie bore a striking resemblance to our mother, while Declan was a spitting image of our father, creating a noticeable contrast. Despite this, I miraculously had my father's eyes, dispelling any doubts about my parentage. After dancing with my mom, I shared a dance with Delanie, Aunt Nora, and finally Octavia, who arrived with her husband and five-year-old son to celebrate with me. “Roger, you are now officially the youngest billionaire CEO with a net worth of eight hundred billion. The world must hear about you today," Dad said, but I refused.

Whereas five years ago, I was a dumb woman who worshipped the ground on which her husband walked, while the said husband despised her existence, now I'm a very famous screenwriter and producer who is her own boss, as well as the boss of many other people. Not only that but whereas I left with nothing except my clothes five years ago, this time around, I’m back with a whole human being, in the person of my four-year-old daughter. Yes, not long after I left Derek, I found out that I was pregnant with his child and even though I was heartbroken back then, I knew immediately that I wanted to keep the baby. This decision turned out to be the best decision of my life because I can't even imagine m

Then came the night he’d handed her the divorce papers. She’d gone home to the penthouse – their penthouse – and collapsed onto the bed they’d shared, tears soaking into the silk sheets. That’s when she’d felt it: a tiny flutter low in her belly, so faint she’d almost written it off as gas or wishful thinking. But something had pulled at her heart, something deep and primal that she couldn’t ignore. The next morning, she’d taken the first test. Then another. Then another. And now she was here, three thousand miles from everything she’d ever known, holding the proof that her life was never going to be the same again.

The word cut through me like a blade. I should have been overjoyed. I should have clung to her, cried with her, thanked heaven for this impossible blessing. But Jason—my husband, the man I thought I’d build a family with—had just left me. He had walked straight into my sister’s arms. Betrayal still burned like acid in my veins. And now… this? My body went cold. My lips trembled as I whispered, “No… That’s not possible. I cannot be pregnant.”

“How cute.” Her words slap me harder than I expect. I feel my cheeks burn, but I hold my ground. I refuse to say anything. I don’t owe her any explanation. I shake my head and turn to leave. But she’s not done. “Emily.” Her voice stops me. “Before you go, there’s something I think you should know.” I turn halfway, not looking at her directly. My fingers tremble around the little pink dress. “I’d appreciate it if you and Carlos finalized your divorce soon.” She smiles wider. “I’m pregnant.”

It felt like a bad joke. Irene continued, “His ex was my best friend, Sarah, who came from a powerful, wealthy family. She was obsessed with your father, but her family didn't approve of him… He wasn't “worthy,” they said, so she married another man. Unfortunately, her heart was still with him.” “Eventually we fell in love with each other and kept it a secret from Sarah for many years, hiding it like thieves. When you eventually came into the picture, your father got tired of hiding. He believed Sarah had moved on, so he insisted he needed to live his life as well.”

But seeing this—seeing him so happy with her—ripped open wounds I thought were healing. Tears blurred my vision. How long had he been planning this? Did the world know he had just left his pregnant wife? Had he been with her all along? How could he be so heartless? Going down on his knee to propose to his mistress just after divorcing his pregnant wife with stupid reasons and a stupid apology! My chest ached as my phone fell from my hand, my legs trembling. I sank to the floor, tears falling freely. I thought I could get past this. I thought I could move on. But now I knew—I couldn’t. Liam had destroyed me, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to put myself back together.