Divorced While Pregnant The Billionaire’s Regret Novels & Stories

"I've always thought I was infertile. How did this happen?" The nurse smiled. "It's a miracle, Becky. These cases are rare, but they do happen. You and your husband, Mr. William, will be thrilled, I'm sure." Becky's expression changed, and she felt a pang of sadness. "We're divorced," she said, her voice firm. "I'm not with Mr. William anymore." The nurse's face fell, and he looked taken aback. "Oh, I...I'm sorry, Becky. I didn't know."

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

“My daughter is going to be a mother.” Tears stung my eyes again. “Yes.” Victor gave a small approving nod. “That makes things even more complicated.” My father frowned. “What do you mean?” I told him everything. The divorce. The manipulation. The Carter family’s plan. The hidden tests. The inheritance. And the video. By the time I finished, my father’s expression had turned dangerously cold. “So my brother hasn’t changed,” he said quietly. “No,” I replied. “He’s worse.” Sam Speaks

I just stood there watching him. “You ..” he said, still laughing. He couldn't say another word and merely patted his legs, his shoulders shaking from the laughter. Slowly, the laughter vanished, totally replaced by a cold, distant look. “Divorce?” He asked, as if trying to understand what it meant. My nails dug into my palm, my face turning red as I felt the confidence and courage I had built earlier slip away. “You should never think of that, Tara. You. Are. Mine,” he said, his eyes holding no emotion.

“You are pregnant.” “Stop.” “When” “This conversation is over.” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “Is it mine” The question struck like a physical blow. My breath caught, my heart slamming painfully against my ribs. For a brief moment, everything was written plainly on his face. Hope. Fear. Regret. “That is not a question you get to ask,” I said, my voice trembling despite my effort. “I never finalized the divorce,” he said suddenly. I froze. “What”

Her sobs caught in her throat, silent but no less real. Even if she wanted to leave, she had nowh‍ere to go. Th‍e savings s‍he‍ had were tied‍ up i‍n the house she had paid for. Filing for divorce w‍asn’t just impossi‍b‍le emotionally it was‍ a process that needed money sh‍e didn’t have. Maya curled herself into the ch‍air, her body trembling. She had been betrayed, humiliated, and left al‍one in a home that should have been hers‍ too.

"You want me to marry you? I can't. I won't. You already have a bride waiting for you." "No, Ella. Listen to me." Aiden moved closer, desperation evident in his eyes. "I promise I'll make this right. That wedding means nothing to me." He gently took her hand. "I'll call it off, Ella. I swear I will.” I am not desperate to marry a billionaire.I am not covetous. Marry whoever your family wants and never come my way again. Ella left for her room in disappointment. I got pregnant by a callboy and this callboy is a billionaire, he's getting married very soon. In a few months,my baby will be in this world and I will be dropping my baby with someone who isn't her father.Ella was completely lost in

She pulled his jacket from around her shoulder, then folded it once before placing it beside him. “Please,” she said gently. “Just stay away.” He told himself, ‘It’s not rejection. It’s protection,’ because that was what his heart would believe. He inclined his head. “I understand.” She searched his face, as though memorizing it. Her eyes mirrored the longing, the pull, the utter betrayal of logic. Then she turned again and disappeared down the path. Theodore remained seated until she vanished completely from his sight. He took out his phone and made a note about the divorce. He had to expand his reach. A divorce between people like Levi and Alicia Connard-Rutherford - prominent members of s

On the fourth day they let me see her properly. She was still in the isolette, wired and small, but her color was better and the oxygen support had already been reduced. Casper stood beside me while I rested one finger against the plastic wall near her hand. She shifted slightly at the sound of our voices. The attachment I had felt in fragments during the pregnancy settled into something solid and irreversible. “She’s ours,” Casper said quietly. Not as a claim against Emma. As a fact. “Yes.” He was quiet for a moment. “The marriage is over. I filed the papers yesterday. She can contest the financial side as much as she wants. She doesn’t get near the decisions for this child.”

Between them, Lucas in a tiny suit, holding both their hands. A perfect family. A magazine cover. The picture I had once believed I would be in. My eyes dropped to the comments. Vanessa is such a devoted mother. He is lucky to have her. Where was the first wife though? Probably a gold digger, good riddance. Gold digger. A sound tore out of me, half laugh, half sob. A passing woman glanced over and quickened her step. Five years of my life, erased. And not one person was asking where I had gone.