Divorced While Pregnant 소설 & 이야기

I stared at his face, not wanting to dodge because I wanted him to see that I would not back down and I would stand by my decision. I was expecting the cane to hit me hard but it didn’t. Dad stopped the cane mid-air and squeezed his eyes closed as if restraining himself. “You stupid! You’re an asshole! How could you do this? Was that the reason why you divorced Serena? Huh?” I looked away, “Our marriage was already falling apart even before Catherine came back. It’s meant to end like this.” “Like this? Are you hearing yourself? Just because you have a child with another woman doesn’t mean you can just throw your family like garbage.”

“You were right, I was already pregnant when we got divorced,” I told him truthfully. “It’s just that… I didn’t want to stay with you just for the sake of this baby. And I wasn’t sure how to tell you too.” Victor’s eyes widened, confusion and shock flashing across his face. His hands, which had been resting casually on the table, tensed. I could see the gears turning in his mind as he processed my words, but I had to keep going.

“Mr. Robinson, what are we now? I’m pregnant by my current partner. Why would I inform my ex-husband—as if it’s your business?” That question caught him off guard. “Scarlett, I get you’re still mad at me, but this baby is ours—” “I’m not lying to you.” I cut him off, my tone ice-cold. My voice echoed in the car, calm and detached. “We’ve been divorced for over two months now. Isn’t it perfectly normal for me to be pregnant by my current boyfriend?” “You’re lying.” His voice cracked as he yelled.

The woman who was currently in a hospital room helping her ex-boyfriend out of his clothes. "It won't be a problem," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil churning in my gut. "We're divorced." The words felt strange coming out of my mouth, even though they were true. The papers were signed. Clara had put her signature on them without even reading them, too busy giggling on the phone with Kyle to pay attention to what she was agreeing to. In the eyes of the law, or at least they would be once the paperwork was processed, we were no longer married.

“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.”

Her eyes filled. “What if the baby was conceived before the divorce papers were finalized?” His jaw flexed. “That’s impossible.” “Is it?” He went quiet. Counting. Replaying dates. Arguments. Distance. Silences. The night everything changed. The night he thought he’d pushed her away for good. The night he’d gone back. Unplanned. Unprotected. His breath slowed. “Amara…” She looked at him, heart pounding. “What if the baby is legally tied to before the divorce?”

I was really thanking her for being the tool to my public favor. When I finally left the hospital, my phone was already buzzing with messages, alerts, and headlines that were in my favor. But beneath all of it...beneath the strategy, the calculation, the crisis management, one thing refused to be ignored—the child. I hadn’t planned for that. Three years of sterile attempts, scheduled intimacy, doctors’ appointments, and silent disappointment, and now, when everything had already collapsed, now she was pregnant. The timing was catastrophic. A child changed the narrative entirely. A divorce with no heir could be controlled, but a divorce with a pregnant wife could not. Not without consequences

The waiter nodded and disappeared. The silence stretched charged, watchful. “So,” he said the moment we were alone, his voice lower now. “Tell me about yourself. Married or have a boyfriend.” I gave a small, guarded smile. “By now, you should already know a lot about me. What are you waiting for?” “Yes,” he replied evenly, “but I want to hear from you.” I exhaled slowly. The truth pressed against my ribs, heavier than I expected. “I was married,” I said. “Recently divorced.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “My husband cheated. He was my first… in everything.”

Hannah muttered, "I saw Jake and Carla traveling together on Instagram." I stayed silent, suddenly realizing that after every previous divorce, I had compulsively refreshed Jake and Carla's posts, torturing myself. Except this time. Seeing my quiet, Hannah's tone softened with sympathy. "Did you two… divorce again?" In our circle, she was the only one who knew about my repeated marriages and divorces with Jake. "Yeah… divorced." Hannah sighed, offering a steady stream of comforting words.

"It's real now. Before it was just, I don't know, abstract. But now it's real." "Yeah." "I'm having Damon's baby and he doesn't know and I don't know when or if I'm going to tell him." "You'll figure it out." "Will I? Because right now it feels impossible. How do I tell him I'm pregnant when we're getting divorced? When he's living with Sophia? When he'll probably think I'm lying or trying to manipulate him?" "One problem at a time. First you get through the assault case. Then you figure out the pregnancy."