Novel & Cerita My Ex Wife Is Pregnant

she says in a whisper, "I had the best sex of my life with a total stranger at a club when I was twenty one. When I woke up the following morning, he was gone. I've never found him till date. Can you believe I still fantasize about this mystery man till date?" I know her silence is a cue for me to spill mine but how do I say it? My lips quiver as I turn to hold her gaze. "You want to hear mine?" She nods eagerly. "This child ...this baby belongs to Denver Chadwick. I'm pregnant for my ex-husband's step-brother."

"Yes, Grace, you're pregnant. Happy birthday! This is truly a special day for you. Congratulations, my dear." Overwhelmed with emotion, Grace leapt from the examination table and threw her arms around Ava, holding her tightly. They laughed and cried together, sharing in the joy of this precious moment. After all the disappointment and heartache, this pregnancy was a beacon of hope, a symbol of new beginnings.

“Have her sit." “Thank you," I muttered. She gazed at me over her glasses for a brief second before speaking. Reports reached me about a scene you caused yesterday.” I kept my face neutral. “And later that afternoon, your husband paid us a visit.” My eyes widened. So he had come back. I straightened up. He is my ex-husband,” I corrected calmly. “We are in the process of finalizing our divorce.” “And the claims are untrue.” She arched a brow. “My personal life will not interfere with my performance here. I give you my word.”

Two and half years ago, his grandma died after our engagement. I went home thinking about what I could have done wrong to Joe for him to have gone to Phoebe. He didn't even end our relationship. ******* A Month Later I looked at the pregnancy test strip that showed two red lines and my heart thunped loudly against my chest. Joe and I just broke up and he was already in a relationship with Phoebe which I think will lead to a wedding. But here I was, pregnant for him. I didn't want to be a single mother.

The air in the living room was suffocating. It was our third wedding anniversary, but there were no candles, no flowers, and no celebration. Instead, there was only a stack of cold, hard documents on the coffee table. "Sign them," Jackson said. His voice was devoid of any warmth, as if he were talking to a stranger rather than the woman he had shared a bed with for three years. I stood there, my hand instinctively protecting my flat stomach. inside my bag, a pregnancy test report was still warm. I had just come back from the hospital. Two heartbeats. Twins.

He just waited. She was quiet for a long time. “A paternity dispute,” she said finally. Her voice was almost perfectly flat, which was, he had learned, the register she used when something had reached beneath her composure and found the place that genuinely hurt. “Filed by his mother,” she said. “Against the woman carrying his children. Eighteen weeks pregnant, two days after the man’s own grandmother funded the conspiracy that made the divorce necessary in the first place.” She exhaled. “Your family, Damian.”

And the doctor had given her unexpected news. She slowly placed a trembling hand on her stomach. “I guess it will be just the two of us now.” Because she was pregnant. With Ethan Carter’s child.

Like holding a glass bird in her palms. Three months. That was all she had left of this marriage. In three months, she would file for divorce. She wouldn’t ruin his happiness with Jasmine. She wouldn’t be the bitter ex-wife who tried to trap him with a baby. She wouldn’t do that to her child either to bring them into a war zone of hate and resentment. I willkeep this a secret. From him. From everyone. The baby didn’t kick. Not yet. But she swore she felt something a quiet, steady presence answering her silent promise. A tiny heartbeat that belonged only to her.

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

My jaw clenched at the fact that she was pregnant with my ex-husband. She stands a few feet away, arms crossed, looking at me like she’s deciding whether she’s amused or just annoyed. The last time we spoke was weeks ago, and the silence since has been intentional. After she lost my father’s company. I straightened my back as I crossed my arms. “Neither did I.” Her eyes flick toward Chen, lingering on the way she grips Abby’s wrist like an anchor. “Where did you get a kid?” “None of your business.” A smirk on her mouth made my hands curl. “A week ago, you were getting married to a Chinese criminal–”