Romans & histoires Divorced While Pregnant The Billionaire’s Regret

On the night of my tenth wedding anniversary with my billionaire husband, his female secretary called him. Ignoring the fact that I was completely naked, he pulled away and started to leave. I couldn't stop myself from confronting him. He sighed, yet his tone was inexplicably relaxed. "So you finally figured it out. Elowen is young and insecure. She's afraid I'll fall in love with your body again. "She's adorable. Now that I've tasted something young and vibrant, why would I ever settle for what’s withered and spent?" A chill spread through my body, and I stood there frozen. "Silas, that's not a funny joke." He didn't answer. He merely shot me a look of disgust. "She's underestimating hersel

“Did you let him?” “It seemed to matter to him. He also asked me to convey his regrets to the gentleman in the photograph. I observed that the gentleman was seventy-one and had been insulted by professionals.” I laughed. It surprised me, and it was the first time in three weeks. “There is a less amusing matter.” His voice changed. “The account was opened the Friday after the divorce, from a phone bought for cash. Whoever runs it was ready, Ms. Thomas. Somebody has been collecting.” “Find out who.”

"Don't be ridiculous. You're only embarrassing yourself. Sign the papers and stop clinging to a man who doesn't want you." I turned toward her, forcing myself to meet her gaze. "Last time I checked, I'm still Demian Carter's legal wife. So don't stand there acting as though you've already won." Her smile disappeared. "How dare you speak to me like that?" "How dare you?" I shot back. "You knowingly slept with another woman's husband, and now you're standing here gloating about your pregnancy as though you deserve a medal." Roselle rose from the bed, her face flushing with anger, but I didn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me back down. I looked at the divorce papers in my hands and tore

The man who had told me he would divorce me even if I were pregnant. I waited for the pain to hit. I waited for the tears to come. But there was nothing. No anger. No heartbreak. Just a mild, detached annoyance, like seeing an old business rival in a magazine. He was a stranger to me now. A ghost from a past life. I deleted the alert from my phone. I blocked his name from my search history. Then, I turned off the screen. I walked over to Leo’s crib and looked down at him. He was sleeping peacefully, his tiny fist curled around his blanket. His chest rose and fell with a steady, strong rhythm.

Upon learning about the divorce, the old man had nearly threatened his foolish grandson with disownment! The guy had a head like a solid wooden block! Zero hustle! What was the use of billions if there was no wife beside him? Watching how Arman performed on the first day of the show, the old man was stress-eating two boxes of cereal at a time—these news updates were practically planting seeds of anxiety right into him! Lately, the old man genuinely wondered how Arman had managed to propel "Storm" to the top position in the industry—it was simply against the laws of physics!

Sylvester hit my shoulder, "My friend, whatever it is you're thinking about is nothing compared to the deal you'll be signing tomorrow. Take your mind off it and get your head back into the game," My head immediately went back to the client that'll be in my office as early as possible tomorrow and I needed to be extra ready to meet them. Saying a quick goodbye, I rushed out of the apartment and drove home to get to work and probably avoid Alicia. As I walked into the silent mansion, my eyes caught the document sitting on the kitchen aisle, I picked it up and opened it to see it was the divorce papers. She was ready, she had been ready since the night my grandmother died.

her mother said. “I don’t regret it. Bruce is a good husband. He loves me very much. But fate has turned the tables. Now I am the one who has to sacrifice for Bruce. I’m pregnant, Mom,” Sharon whispered, closing her eyes. Her mother cupped Sharon’s face in her hands. Did she hear correctly? “You’re pregnant?” Sharon nodded. “Yes, I’m pregnant. Bruce doesn’t know yet. His parents don’t care. They want me to get rid of the baby.”

he sounded sad, but I loved him—surely not more than Jade but just enough. “Why don’t you divorce her then? You're a billionaire; I’m sure you can get any pretty woman you want.” “Are you crazy?!” He raised his voice, “How can I divorce my wife? Why would I even do that?” “I’m so sorry, sir; I just thought since she’s complicated—”

“Young? Isn’t he already thirty-something?” “Come on. We thought he was gonna be an ugly, old man! Wait, I wanna get a better look at his face. Let’s G****e him.” Right after she finished her words, she took out her phone to execute her plan. “He’s thirty-five! And…assets appraisal…6 billion dollars! And wait… Wikipedia says he got divorced five years ago!” “He’s divorced?” Scarlett paused as she was taking her clothes off and getting ready to hop into the shower.

Vivian was effortlessly beautiful and could turn any man's head twice but thinking that she fucked around with men made me hate her but even at that, I still wasn't ready to end our marriage because she kind of gave me the peace of mind that I wanted despite my indifference. But two weeks ago, Ruth had returned back to the city and while we were catching up, I had told her I couldn't end my marriage with Vivian, at first she disagreed but after much banter, she came to accept the fact that I couldn't end my marriage but somehow, we had ended up having sex which I immensely regretted because even though I believed Vivian as a whore, I hadn't thought about sleeping with any other woman apart f