Divorced While Pregnant The Billionaire’s Regret Novels & Stories

“And don't think your money changes anything! You're a poor simp! You have fucking poverty written all over you!” Vivien's chest heaved violently as she continued. “And you wanted to bring that poverty into my family? A family I refuse to let you destroy?” She scoffed bitterly. “That is exactly why you were divorced! You were told never to set your feet inside this house again!” Her eyes narrowed viciously. “And then my precious son got lucky enough to find himself a beautiful woman who actually understands him. A woman who knows how to stand beside him and who clearly knows what a woman is supposed to do!”

VALERIA Emiliano Navarro Reyes had already signed the divorce papers, and as planned, Renata Salgado Mora had retrieved them for me. His willingness to sign so quickly did not surprise me anymore. There was a time I would have called it love, but now I knew it was simply indifference dressed up as convenience. I stared out of the airplane window as the clouds stretched endlessly beneath me, and for a moment, memories I had buried for two years came rushing back with uncomfortable clarity.

I can already picture him reading it somewhere in Manhattan, tall and immaculate in a bespoke suit, silver at his temples, his jaw tightening, those pale grey eyes reading the same line twice. Catherine's eyes flick up, bright and sharp. "Did he know about them?" "No. We were divorced before I learned I was pregnant." I keep my voice level even as my palms go damp against my knees. "He had chosen someone else, and I wasn't going to chase a man to prove I was worth keeping." "Some people have called that hiding the children from him." Her glasses slide down once, and she pushes them back into her silver hair without looking up, like someone who has done this for thirty years.

From the remote fishing villages of the Azores to the bustling literary circles of Lagos and Paris, the human spirit was sovereign, protected by an empire built on truth, honor, and unconditional love. The journey of *Divorced by My Husband, Loved by a Billionaire* had traversed the bitterest winters of betrayal and the most magnificent summers of redemption. But as the white hull of *The Albatross* cut gracefully through the sapphire waves toward their alpine home in Cap Ferrat, one absolute truth remained engraved upon the stars: love anchored by truth can never be defeated. — THE END —

I have signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, but one thing is sure… He will regret it soon! Attention: This is the book 2 of Triumph Of My Cheating Husband.

Once a model turns thirty half of the contracts are automatically lost and after thirty five it is retirement. She shouldn't have spoken so harshly with Ace regarding the little devil who accidentally fell in her womb. And much to her puzzlement the man erupted like an atom bomb. He did not even think for a moment to file a divorce with her. It is all because of that little bitch. That's why she didn't need kids. They are a pain in the ass in every way. The billionaire son of a bitch smartly cheated on her and got her to conceive because he needed an heir for his vast empire.

He hurries to pull me up before I could say a thing his phone rings. "I- I have to take this." With that, my husband leaves his naked wife in the room to tend to business. I stood flabbergasted and with 100% realization. Romance is dead. ~~~~'

He began to talk but Adele immediately cut him off. “A few weeks ago, I caught you in an inappropriate position with that same girl. You hardly spend any time with me because you dedicate all your time to her. Jamal, I’m honestly trying to bottle up my feelings and not complain too much, but I can’t. With everyday that passes, I feel like I’m dying within. Jamal, I’m tired of all this humiliation and I would love to ask for a divorce, but that is no longer possible because I am pregnant!” She cried and sniffled tears. “I am pregnant Jamal.” She repeated with tears streaming down her cheeks. Jamal was shocked to the core.

Whichever one the media decided on was none of my business. We continued talking, “so, what have you been up to? Are you still on the divorce?” He asked, I smiled politely. “Tell me you're still on it. Tell me I still stand a chance.” I dropped the glass on the table. “It's a lot more complicated than you think, actually “ “How so?” “You don't just get married to a billionaire and divorce him overnight unless he wants it.” I said, “He left New York for another woman. I think it's safe to say he wants it very much. Or wait, is he into both of you?”

"I only married you because my father FORCED me to marry you. He threatened to strip me of my inheritance if I didn't comply with his wishes. But now that he is dead and I have completely taken over the company, I no longer need to endure a boring and ugly wife like you!" Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at my husband, who was glaring at me with anger. My heart feels like it is breaking into a million pieces. I can't believe I am hearing these hurtful words from him. His words were enough to break me, but the next he said killed me. "I want a divorce." My eyes widened in shock at his words. N—No. . . No, he can't leave me. He can't leave me, especially now that we're about to have a ba