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“My client, at that time she came to me pregnant nine months after being divorced by her husband suddenly. The woman with tears in her eyes told me about her husband's attitude that had changed in the last few days before deciding to divorce her, even though they were waiting for the birth of their first daughter. “After hearing her story and seeing signs that she was about to attempt suicide, I watched her for two whole weeks. I continued to monitor her by frequently visiting her apartment or asking her to eat out and chat. Because at that time I had just divorced Rein, we became friends more easily. The two of us encouraged each other and she slowly started to forget her problems. “Then wh

The first year I married Mark Ronaldo and he got out of coma, I did think that I would get pregnant for him. As a matter of fact, there were a truckload of fantasies in my head; Mark would wake up from coma, he would fall in love with me, we would have children together, and live happily ever after, but after the first year and there was no sex at all, just harshness and ingratitude, those fantasies began to fade away until I demanded for a divorce. And now, I was pregnant for the same man. With the anger and rage against Mark Ronaldo, I would have said that I wanted to get rid of it without hesitation. Carrying Mark’s baby wasn’t what I wanted at the moment, or even forever, and the doctor

I'd destroyed my marriage, destroyed Grace, and in the process I'd destroyed any chance of being a father to children who actually existed, who were real, who had been growing and developing and thriving for two years without me. Grace was pregnant when she left. The thought kept repeating, wouldn't stop. She'd been pregnant when I'd called her a liar. Pregnant when she'd signed those divorce papers. Pregnant when she'd taken my money and disappeared. Pregnant when she'd moved to Oregon and started building GRACE. Pregnant through all of it, alone, carrying my children while I felt relief that the complication of a possible pregnancy had been handled.

“Sounds like you’ve got a good thing going.” “I do. But that’s an old story. Tell me about you, Julie.” “Me?” I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms and staring at Marissa. “Yes, you. It’s like I know nothing about you. How are you holding up after the divorce?” A soft laugh escapes me, and I shake my head. “It’s been months, Marissa. I’m happily engaged and pregnant. The wedding’s in three weeks.” “So what? Your ex-husband’s been all over the news. I don’t know about you, but I’d be mad if the evidence of my ex’s infidelity went viral.”

“I choose Maria; let’s end our engagement.” She managed to not just get everyone on her side but actively made them see her as the victim and me as the big bad bully who was jealous of her. She kept up this act, even now. “You must be a complete mess, going through all that you're going through.” She pulled away to take a better look at me. I smiled, knowing she expected me to affirm her secret prayers that I wasn't doing well. “I'm actually feeling the best I've ever felt in the longest time. The divorce was a blessing; now I'm focused on work, and even Dad wants me back.”

Hazel’s smirk faltered, replaced by wide-eyed alarm. I took a shaky breath and repeated, “Yes, Areen. I’m pregnant. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” But instead of joy or even concern, his face twisted with rage. He stormed toward me, his hand gripping my arm like a vice. “What did you just say?” he growled. Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, “I’m pregnant with your child, Areen. I swear I’m not lying.” He shoved me backward with such force that I crashed into the door, pain shooting through my back.

“My lawyer already explained it. Divorce compensation is split into two parts—marital fault and emotional damages. Either way, I have to keep it within reason. If I go too high, he might appeal, and this’ll drag out even longer. I want it over. Quickly.” Sadie sighed. “Shame. If you two had a child, the case would be a lot easier to win.” Emily’s heart skipped. She answered carefully. “Let’s not talk about things that aren’t happening.” “Sorry,” Sadie said. “Didn’t mean to overstep.” Emily had almost thought Sadie somehow knew about her pregnancy. Apparently not. But how much longer could she hide it? She wasn’t sure. What she was sure of: this divorce needed to be over—fast.

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."

"Nancy, I hope you could be happy." Nancy smiled and said, "I knew it. We were all happy." Carolyn still didn't know about Nancy's divorce. She asked, "Nancy, why are you so sad? Could it be that you are also pregnant, so you are feeling sentimental?" Nancy pursed her lips and couldn't hide the fact that she was pregnant, so she decided to speak up, "I was pregnant, but I also got divorced." Carolyn was a bit confused, "Divorced after getting pregnant? Is Dalton out of his mind? When he comes, I'm definitely going to ask him if he's got a screw loose!"

“It’ll all pass, Evie. Our lives will only get better from here.” She nodded with a smile. “That’s right. Those scumbags can wallow in their own regret, while we’ll live happily ever after!” Her parents were furious to find out about her divorce. It was a marriage of convenience, after all, and the two families were business partners. They could not break things up that easily. She did not want to hear their nagging at home, so both of us moved into the villa she had bought before her marriage. As we were cooped up on the couch watching a game show that night, Caleb called her. “Why did you take everything away?”