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" I burst out laughing and fell into Lucas's embrace as he looked at me adoringly. Just then, Evelyn came out of her room upstairs and teased us. "When are you two going to give me a grandchild?" I lowered my head shyly under Lucas's loving gaze as he took my hand and led me to our bedroom. — Two months later, I suddenly realized my usually punctual period hadn't arrived. I took a pregnancy test and sure enough, I was pregnant. Shocked, I sat on the toilet, touching my belly and calling loudly for Lucas. Lucas was about to leave for work when he heard me and rushed in anxiously.

As I hugged her tight to me, feeling her little arms wound around my neck; for the umpteenth time, I was glad that I decided to keep the pregnancy. The news of my pregnancy had, innitially, left me devastated. Normally, I would not have hesitated to run to Aiden and excitedly tell him that we were going to have a child together but then, I had just broke up with him. And with the discovery that caused our breakup, he probably was not ready to get tied down fathering a child.

No wonder Corbin simply couldn't forget about her. "You're not breaking up anything. Everything here should've belonged to you anyway." Corbin snatched the papers from me and threw them onto the table. "Are you done, Skylar? Ingrid has always been so busy at work, and it's not often she gets to come back to Novington like now! Why must you make things so awkward for her as soon as you meet?" I was calm as I answered, "I'm not. I just want to divorce you, as you wished. That way, you both can get together."

“I don’t want anything to do with you or your mom so better keep it or let another person intended for it, use it.” Nathan just froze on his seat, looking at me with pure disbelief on what he is hearing. The room then felt too narrow for three of us carrying entirely different storms. I rested one hand against the edge of my apartment door, silently wondering how my peaceful afternoon had somehow turned into this. Just a finalized divorce, then a mysterious stranger who came knocking at my door that my wolf doesn’t even push away, and now an ex-husband sitting in the same room with us like the conversation in the court hadn’t even happened.

He's spent twenty-six years of his life turning her into his human-robot, someone who would do anything he said. Anita glared at him, hate filled her eyes. “ I'm not perfect. Since you don't know, let me tell you. Mark and I divorced two years after our marriage. None of those kids are mine, I couldn't carry a child because my womb was damaged from the so-called body fit pills you forced me to take.” “ I've quit my job; I'm thinking of going into fashion because, in case you haven't f**king guessed, I'm a woman! Tomorrow, I'd be living in South Africa with a man I truly love.”

"Marcus, we are divorced! Have you forgotten how you needed the divorce so badly? Besides, Caleb wouldn't spare you if you touch me!" "I'll see who'll stop me," Marcus responded with a smirk that sent a cold chill down Jane's spine. "Eat up," he said and rose from the chair. "You're not aware that I'm pregnant, are you?" Jane said as soon as he reached the door. Marcus froze, gripping the door handle, and when he turned back to face her, Jane almost melted at the enraged look on his face. "What?" He growled and Jane could almost feel the heat of his rage fan across her face.

Staring at her stomach, I said coldly, “Don’t forget you’re pregnant, all right? Who knows if I might hurt you?” Hearing this, Matthew quickly held Melanie back and glared at me. I chuckled and added, “That’s more like it. You should protect your child. Don’t forget to do a paternity test when they’re born, okay?” “You little…” I walked away with a cold smile, dragging the two suitcases behind me. Melanie struggled with Matthew and cursed at me, drawing the attention of a group of downstairs neighbors. As the suitcases were too large, I struggled to carry them downstairs. Fortunately, some helpful neighbors arrived quickly to assist me. One of them even said, “Just get a divorce, Chlo. This

"You standing here, already planning how to use them." His face reddens. "I'm not trying to use anyone." "You haven't changed." My head tilts to study him. "Neither have you." I almost laugh. Almost. "You're right. I haven't. I just stopped pretending." He steps closer. "You timed everything. The divorce, the silence, the clause. You knew what you were doing." "You think I got pregnant for your shares?" "I think you calculated every move." I let that sit, before I step closer too. "Let's say you're right," I say quietly. "Let's say I planned it. What are you going to do about it?"

I felt it happen and I couldn’t stop it—the hope I’d been carrying for weeks collapsing in on itself. “We were together casually at first,” she said. “After we reconnected. Then I got pregnant and we got more serious.” “The timeline—you got pregnant with Chloe when?” “Soon after the divorce. I was still in the US. I was trying to move on with my life.” “With Karl.” “Yes. With Karl.” Silence. Both of us sitting there in her dim kitchen, the dishes in the sink, the blanket on the sofa, everything about this apartment screaming that her life was falling apart.