After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant Novels & Stories

"Because I've been there before. When I found out I was the grandchild of Qyler and their heir, it was just as weird and unsettling for me." His eyebrows lifted in surprise. "You? I didn't know that." She nodded. "Yeah. After our divorce I wanted to leave Manhattan, go to Europe and start a new life. I was ready to put everything behind me and move on but when I got to the airports, some guards came out of nowhere and took me away forcefully. I was terrified because I thought I was being kidnapped but then I found out that I was the granddaughter of the richest man in Washington and the only heir."

Maybe he’s in a shower or something. After some long minutes of sobbing and sniffing, I decided to scroll through some videos on social media trying to take my mind off all the humiliating things my mum had said to me, I came across a live press interview with the headline: Rich Millionaire signs divorce papers with his wife after their two kids got kidnapped. Could this be real? Was this news about Azek and Mia? I asked myself as the video loaded up. Immediately the video started playing. My face brightened up and butterflies filled my stomach. My plan had worked.

“I’m really honored that Stanley put both of us in charge of his legacy. I guess we’ll have to get started on that pretty soon. I already have some ideas.” “Of course you do,” Jordyn said, looking up from his drink and smiling slyly. It was so strange, the way life worked out sometimes. I remembered the time shortly after our divorce when my blood boiled with the thought of Jordyn. I’d been determined to get him out of my life forever. But now here we were, friends. And billionaires at that. If anyone would have told me that Jordyn and I would wind up like this, I would have laughed right in their face. I mean, come on. It was such an odd and surprising turn of events.

“You think I had no idea that you’ve been cheating on me all these while? You must be delusional to think I was the faithful wife or that I actually loved you. What a joke.” With that, I pulled out the divorce file from my handbag. I stared at it in my palm—A bitter sweet smile on my face before I stared up at him. “Here…we are officially done!” With that, I hurled the document at his face, ignoring my ex-friend and walking out of the company building.

I tightened my grip, my knuckles turning white. He turned around, back straight as he walked away. Open marriage? He never loved me. My life was built on pretence. It was all a lie. After almost half a decade of giving nothing other than true love. Bitterness pooled inside my mouth and my entire body went numb. I couldn't cry, I couldn't speak. I dragged my feet out of the house and into the parking lot. I couldn't stand staying in the same space with that monster, let alone breathe the same air.

I just wanted to escape their constant hovering and the suffocating feeling that I would never measure up. But pinned under their intense gazes, I finally surrendered. "I got married, but I'm in the process of divorcing. The baby is my ex-husband's. He's incredibly wealthy, so I don't need anything else from him. I can raise this child on my own." "Is money the issue here?" Elton snapped, his eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and fierce protectiveness. "Do you think we lack money? What if something happens to your health during pregnancy?"

“Despite the circumstances of our marriage agreement, I still chose you to be my mate, my husband and the father of my unborn children. And what did you do with that opportunity? You threw it like it was some dirt that bugged you, as if that was not enough, you ran off to meet your mistress and showered her all the love I practically slaved to get.” “I never asked for any of this, I never asked to be the daughter of a gambler or the ex-wife of a man that never saw me. I was over the moon with relief when I found out I was pregnant, I was eager to share the news with you but again, as expected I was brushed aside. That was the day we divorced, and that was the same day I lost the baby.” Doria

I founded my firm three years ago; Royce Strategic Holdings, and within a year, my client list became something people whispered about. Governments. Conglomerates. CEOs who believed themselves untouchable. Everyone wanted my services. But the irony of it all? I owed my rebirth to the man who thought divorcing me would ruin my life. If Adrian hadn’t thrown me away, I would never have met Walter. And if I hadn’t met Walter, my degree would still be collecting dust in someone else’s shadow. Walter didn’t just save me, he invested in me. The highlight of those five years was becoming Walter's fiancée.

I stared at it blankly, that proof of a new life, and suddenly it all felt obscene. We’d been trying for a baby for three years, and when we finally got it, I found out that our entire marriage was a ruse. A lie I told myself. They had probably been laughing at me everyday. As I bent down to pick it up and clutch my purse tightly, a searing headache pierced through my skull and I couldn’t think anymore. I just pushed the door fully open. The room smelled like expensive wine and roses. Austin never bought me roses. He said I never asked.

Sophia Blake sat across from him. She lifted her glass slightly. "Congratulations." Marcus smirked. "For what?" Sophia’s eyes glittered. "For starting the scandal that will destroy them both." The hotel suite had become completely silent. Emily was still staring at Ryan’s phone. The headline felt like a punch in the stomach. “After Divorce, Emily Carter Moves In With Her Husband’s Billionaire Uncle.” Her name. Her face. Her private life. All over the internet. Emily whispered slowly, "This is insane."