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CHAPTER ONE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me It was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a

“It’s not unusual. Did you know? Nearly 45% of couples are divorced in the United States. I’m sure you are not alone.” “That’s the thing,” Eloise exasperatedly said. “We’re not a normal divorced couple. We were never really together, either. We’re in this weird ambiguous relationship of being co-parents with some sexual tension!” “So you admit that the two of you have sexual tension?” Cadence asked with one eyebrow raised. “Oh, fuck off. That’s what you gathered from my statement?” “I’m just saying,” she chuckled. “I thought you wouldn’t fall for him anymore.”

He demanded. “Fine.” Leonica agreed, the word tasting like bile in her mouth. “You want to know the truth, here’s the truth; seven years ago you and I were married. However, that didn’t last long, as you can see. On the day you proposed the divorce, I found out I was pregnant. You brought your mistress home,” She pointed towards the phone, her gesture holding more effort as she got angrier by each p*ssing second. “And humiliated me. I decided I was done at that moment. I left, for good, for five years. But then father’s health started getting worse, Leonardo convinced me to come back home, here and I did. Then we met, again, you… You were still the same d*ck as five years ago.”

After four long years of endurance, endless nights of tears, and the quiet, gnawing ache of one-sided love, here I was—divorced, broken, but not defeated. Eight months ago, I had thought my marriage to Lance left me with nothing but scars and regrets. Yet, as I cradled my daughter Bella, watching her tiny face as she slept, I realized she was my unexpected miracle, my blessing born from pain.

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."

she continued. "Screw you!" I exploded, the frustration boiling over. "I don’t care about the money, or the legacy, or any of it! What matters is that we’re both about to be trapped in a marriage neither of us wants, and for what? A mistake I made because I was too drunk to know what I was doing?" Aria flinched at my words, and I saw a flicker of pain in her eyes. It made me hesitate, just for a moment. But I couldn’t stop now. I had to convince her.

I snapped photos of our signed divorce agreement and my doctor's report, then posted them with a caption: “I finally moved on.” Those words vibrated through my nerves, releasing a tension I didn’t realize I’d been carrying. Marrying Richard had been the biggest mistake of my life. I should have invested my time in those who genuinely loved me, not in someone who never did. “How do I even start over with Harley? What do I tell my child?” I wasn’t motivated to return home. I needed to rest and figure out how to stand on my feet again. I wasn’t financially stable.

Not yet. I leaned back against the sofa and closed my eyes. The baby shifted gently, a small movement, barely noticeable, yet it immediately pulled me away from the chaos. For a few precious seconds, none of this mattered. Not Nathan. Not Isabella. Not Arthur. Not the birth certificate. Just me and the tiny life growing inside me.

I hung up the phone, and let the darkness of my bedroom swallow me whole once again. I packed my bags, leaving behind the memories and the heartache. I moved out of the house, the one that was once filled with laughter and love, but now felt suffocating and oppressive. I rented a new place, a small cozy apartment in a quiet neighborhood, unknown to anyone. I wanted to start fresh, to leave the past behind and create a new life for myself and my unborn child. I changed my phone number, cutting off all ties with my old life. I didn't want to be contacted by anyone from my past, especially not Andrew or Doctor John. I wanted to be left alone, to focus on my new journey and to heal from the woun

Honestly, I’d be just fine raising the baby on my own. Besides, I wasn’t worried about finding someone new later on. I had always been beautiful, and the pregnancy had only made me more voluptuous. After the pregnancy, I could easily find another man if I wanted to, and Mark could run off with his fling if he wanted to. After all, he’d be the one regretting it later, not me. Once we had finalized the divorce, I couldn’t resist snapping a photo of my divorce papers and posting it on social media.