Divorced While Pregnant The Billionaire’s Regret Novels & Stories

GRAYSON It was straight up whiplash. She wanted a divorce?! And as if rhag wasn’t bad enough, she wanted to… abort the baby too, our baby?! Panic surged in my veins. I couldn’t let her leave, not anymore and especially not now that she was carrying my child, not now that she’d decided to save herself first.

Marrying a billionaire required corporate compliance and board-level approvals, or so Cary’s mother had told me. She needed time to make sure my exit wouldn’t rattle the family business—and that took thirty days. Anyway, I’d already got two signed copies of the agreement. For the last thirty days, pretending to be a compliant wife wasn’t that hard. After I left Cary, I’d need to find a new job. No rush—the settlement would keep me comfortable. What I worried about most was how to tell my parents I was divorced. They were conservative. When I told them I’d married suddenly three years ago, they disapproved—convinced I had sold myself to a billionaire to pay for my mother’s illness.

“They are very wealthy and when I divorced David, I received a substantial settlement. I promise you, I am good for it.” “Promise?” he smirked, contemplating this. “I didn’t know you were divorced, though I knew you were married to David.” “You can walk away with all ten million,” I replied, my back aching from the chair and the pregnancy. The smells of the office, something fishy, dank, was making my stomach turn and my head throb. “I’ll withdraw it all, in cash, and you can take it and disappear. Leave the city or leave the country. I don’t care. Just let me and my child go.”

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?"

“I am Elena Blackwood.” “I am Elena Moran.” “I stopped using Blackwood.” “I never married Adrian.” “I did.” “I divorced him.” Adrian blinked. Current Elena whispered: “Don't take it personally.” “Trying.” One older Elena: “I married someone else after he died.” Adrian muttered: “I dislike this meeting.” Another: “I never had children.” Another: “I had nine.” Lucas looked horrified. Another: “I rejected Genesis entirely.” Another: “I built it.” Another: “I destroyed it.” Another:

Lilly I couldn't get my mind together The thought of marrying Sabistan, my ex-husband's uncle, wasn't it for me. I seek revenge but I am better off alone. I am currently divorced, hated by my family and even my twin sister. I have a child in my belly without a father. I can't even get to remember who I was with that night and now this? I really need to leave here and truly understand what it means to be free and think.

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’

Edward asked again. "You divorced me, just as I was about to tell you that I was pregnant. The entire mass media was reporting on your and Adele's marriage. You are an Edward, a businessman from the dark world who will do anything just to get your way. I'm just a secret wife who is about to part with you. I'm afraid you won't accept this child because it could be fatal to your career. And even worse, I'm afraid you'll get rid of it," Felicia explained. "Do you really think that?"

He took everything, there house, there business, and the rest of the money they had which was well over a few hundred million dollars. “She can not bare me a child.” Was his excuse for the divorce. She wanted to, she was healthy and everything but she never got pregnant. No mater how many times they did it or how much special help she got she never could conceive. The puppy felt her tears and instantly licked them away. This caused her to giggle as she lifted her head.

“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay. I took off my wedding ring and threw it at him. “I’m done, Lucas.