Divorced While Pregnant The Billionaire’s Regret Novels & Stories

she said, loud, so everyone heard it, "are you pregnant?" The whole crowd leaned in at once. I made myself pull my hand away. Slow. Casual. Like it had never been there. "No," I said. "Sources say you left the anniversary and went straight to a hospital." "I fainted." I lifted my chin. "Because I hadn't eaten in two days, because my husband divorced me in front of four hundred people. You'd faint too." "So there's no baby?"

Anabel smiled. "Yeah, Give me a chance to proof how I love you. Please." "Okay, but there's something you need to know about me." "What is that?" He asked. "You can tell me anything." She looked down at their joined hands, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm pregnant. And I'm a divorced lady. My ex-husband and I separated a few months ago, and it's been really hard. Managing the company, dealing with the pregnancy, and trying to move on... it's been overwhelming."

“Are we really married?” She stopped just when she had located her phone and looked back at him. There was no point in lying. “We once were, but now, we’re divorced.” She said and with the brief moment Gabriel looked speechless, she walked out of the room. The hospital hallway had fewer people thanks to the fact that this section was VIP only and for that, Leonica was thankful that there was no one to witness her legs turning into a weird jelly state as she leaned against the wall, supporting her body and giving her leg much needed relief.

“I didn't ask for your help, and like I said, you can rot in hell with your money.” I paused, before cracking the nutshell. “To admit, It was foolish of me to do things on my own accord. If you aren't dumb, you'd know I’m married to a billionaire, but I hate the attention. Money isn't my problem, and you wouldn't understand a mistake.” He took in the words, animosity echoing in my voice. “And insufficient funds,” he cocked a brow. “Mistakes don't happen like that.” “Sign the divorce papers, get rid of those things in your stomach… and leave my house.” The words repeated in my head like a mantra.

Aaliyah’s POV If someone had told me two years ago that I would one day divorce Henry and almost immediately marry a billionaire I met in a club, I would have laughed so hard I might have fallen off my chair. Maybe even thrown my drink at them saying it was insulting. Not in a million years would I have believed it. And yet here I was; standing in the middle of a beautiful home Orrin bought for us, his hand holding mine and his eyes locked on me like I was the only person that existed in the world.

LAURA I’d made the decision right then and there, sitting in that little café with my hand still pressed against my belly, thinking about that little boy and his grateful parents and the simple, uncomplicated love they shared. Anyone would call me crazy. Waking up one morning and deciding to divorce my billionaire husband who could give me the world and more. But they didn’t know the full story and they might never know. And honestly? I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to end things.

He rubbed his temples, wondering if he'd said those cruel things just to lash out. His gut screamed not to divorce her, even though he knew he didn’t love her anymore. The settlement wasn't a concern; he’s a billionaire, with wealth from his company and inheritance. Even splitting it, he would still remain a billionaire. Signing would free him from the guilt of cheating on her every day, and he would finally be free to fuck anyone he wanted without any consequences. He could even bring those women to his house instead of hotels. Gloria had said she would take Annabel with her, leaving him free as a bird.

“I also… fast-tracked the divorce. All according to your plan… kind of.” I felt my knees weaken. “I… I begged you not to say anything! I was going to tell her myself! How could you? How could you….” My voice broke mid-sentence. I sank heavily into a chair, gripping the papers as though holding them would pull her back to me, would undo everything that had gone wrong. But of course, it didn’t. “Dylan,” my mother said sharply, her tone cutting through my panic. “Watch your words. That is a pregnant woman. That is your wife.”

I cleared my throat and started to recite everything I had already decided on, “The profits stay a hundred percent mine. We might be married to the world but within these walls, we are not and our private lives must stay separate. There will be no jealousy, nothing of that sort.” He shrugged, “As you will see, all of that is in the deal anyway, no jealousy no falling in love, nothing complicated. It is only a business contract” I swallowed, my next words were going to change everything. “Then I agree, the documents?”

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.