Romans & histoires Divorced While Pregnant The Billionaire’s Regret

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

It was still early morning, and work hadn’t fully started, so gossip was welcome. When she reached Anna’s desk, where most of them had gathered, she paused and smiled again. “Well,” she said slowly, enjoying the suspense, “I just got some classified information.” Gasps followed immediately. “It turns out,” Nate continued, “that the tech billionaire divorced his wife not too long ago. And guess why?” Everyone leaned in. “Because of the woman he is about to marry now.” The hall erupted. “What?” “He was married before?” “Who would divorce such a handsome man?”

“ Stop lying to yourself. I bet that is why you are going through with the divorce. After, what can I possibly give you or add to your life?” “ Is this coming from Micheal Don Salvatore El’s granddaughter? You mean the chosen heir to a billion dollar company is nothing in your eyes? Nicki…” “ Newsflash, the billionaire isn't taking my calls anymore. Maybe he will reach out when we are finally divorced.” She explained, grabbed her phone and bolted before I could say another word. Unable to stay in my office, I drove straight to the headquarters and met a dazed Melissa in the elevator. I stepped in and waved briefly at her. She gave me a light bow without tearing her gaze off me.

I pulled Henderson’s report toward me and studied the dates again. The first traceable purchase was fourteen months ago. My hand went still on the paper. The divorce had been finalized fifteen months ago. My chest tightened with a feeling I couldn’t name — shock, disbelief, something sharper. It couldn’t be. She had left with what I gave her. She had been pregnant and alone in a foreign country. She was building something new with Nathan — Reeves had confirmed it. I stood up from the desk and walked to the window. I pressed my palm against the cold glass, the same way I had stood at windows since the day she left.

If she was already burning bridges, then she might as well burn this one completely. Lifting her chin, she spoke calmly. “I’m not doing that.” Marcus stilled. His brows drew together, as if he hadn’t heard her properly. “What?” he asked. “I’m not apologizing to Evander,” she repeated, her voice steady despite the storm in her chest. “And I’m not taking back my decision to divorce him.” She held his gaze. “Whether the company goes bankrupt or not… I’m divorcing Evander Hale.” For a moment, her father simply stared at her.

"What does a billionaire need from a pregnant divorcée?" His jaw tightened. For the first time, I saw something raw in his expression. "Someone who understands what it's like when the person you trust destroys you." The words hung between us. "You've been betrayed," I said softly. "By someone I was supposed to marry. Multiple affairs." He looked away. "Seemed easier to throw myself into work than deal with it. But then I saw you up there, pregnant and fearless, burning your life down because you refused to be a victim." He turned back to me. "I respected it."

Disaster never arrived alone anymore. I carefully adjusted the blanket around Elara before looking back at him fully. “What?” Nathan’s jaw tightened. “The media leaked details about the pregnancy.” My expression hardened instantly. “What details?” “They know the baby didn’t survive.” Rage surged through me so fast it almost felt clean compared to grief. “How?” “There were reporters downstairs before dawn.” My grip tightened around Elara’s hand instinctively. Protectively. “They’re already building narratives.” Of course they were. The powerful billionaire couple.

Nathaniel’s eyes dropped to the words printed on the cover DIVORCE AGREEMENT. His fingers froze. “What is this?” He asked, his tone filled with shock. Elara met his gaze, her voice steady. “I want a divorce.” *** Hey dearies. Looks like Elara finally found her strength. Be ready, because soon secretly will reveal, ache will be deep and regret would simmer hard. Elara will rise above like a Phoenix. she is woman who survives and rises,even when the world is stacked against her. Do comment, share your review and follow for more. Love and hugs Cherry / Ishq

Something moved in Ethan's face at her name, quick and hard to read, then it was gone. "Damon stood at the end of the bed and looked at me with this terrible, cold certainty. He said he had spoken to his lawyer, and the divorce papers would be ready by morning. Vanessa was already pregnant, that she needed stability, and that the future of his family depended on her child. He promised the settlement would be generous. He said I wouldn't have to worry about money." A short, bitter breath slipped out of me.

Isabella's POV The morning after the gala, my face was on every news site and social media platform in the country. "The Lost Morrison Heiress Found." "Billionaire's Long-Lost Granddaughter Revealed." But my favorite headline was from a gossip blog: "Marcus Wei's Biggest Mistake: He Divorced a Morrison." I read that one three times before I started making calls. It was time to stop playing defense. Time to attack. I woke up in my bedroom at the Morrison estate to my phone vibrating nonstop.