Novel & Cerita Pregnant By My Ex's Dad Book

“Are you pregnant with your ex boyfriend’s father’s child?” “How long has this relationship been ongoing?” “Did this relationship influence your book’s success?” “Were threats made to silence witnesses?” “Is your previous statement fabricated?” “Is your publisher aware of this situation?” “Do you deny these allegations under oath?” “Who is the father of your child?” Rapid. Sharp. Unforgiving. Their voices overlapped. No space to breathe. No space to think. I searched the room. Leah. I had sent her to get snacks earlier.

My baby, just a few weeks old, lay sleeping, oblivious to the turmoil that ravaged my mind. How did I even end up here? Few hours I am happy, another hours I am sad, I thought, my mind racing with regret. I had made a mistake, a huge mistake. I had slept with my ex's father, and now I was living with him, carrying his child. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I thought about it. I had been so blind, so stupid. "Have I made a mistake by being pregnant for my ex's dad?" I whispered to myself, tears streaming down my face. "Where on earth have I gone wrong in everything I did?"

I gazed at the pained man in front of me, and suddenly I felt the rush of complete revenge, like an ecstasy that spread through every limb. In that moment, I finally understood it, too. No matter how deeply I had once loved this man, it was over between us for good. I looked at him, calm and resolute. "It's all true. And there's something else I should tell you." I pulled his hands off me, walked to the bed, picked up my bag, and dug out the pregnancy test. I held it high. "I'm pregnant. And I have Mom to thank, for swapping my pills. Thank you, Mom."

Dad's chest heaved, his eyes blazing with anger. Jay's hand went to his cheek, his eyes wide with shock. He looked at me, then back at Dad. “Dad, I can explain whatever you think —” “Explain?” Dad's voice rose. “Explain what? How you seduced your brother? How you took advantage of him and ruined his life by getting him pregnant at 18???” I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. “Dad, stop —” “Pregnant?” Jay drew a step back. “Matt's pregnant?”

But I have lived to accept the fact that Dave has a stronger gene than me. I sat on the chair, rubbing my back. I honestly love being pregnant, but the stress that comes with it is worrisome. Dave has been the best dad ever. He always looks after the kids when I am too tired or busy with work. My restaurant became famous and now I have other branches everywhere. Looking back at my life years ago, I never thought this was where I would end up. It was just my little bakery and I, now I have a big extended family and I will change nothing about it. I smiled at them as Dayton bossed them around with a naughty smirk on his face. I rub my stomach softly. We are actually expecting a boy but everyon

Victor had spoken to my mother before any of it even started. Before the pregnancy and the wedding. Before our whole life together blew apart, and whatever he told her that day, she carried it with her to the grave. I held myself together for the rest of the day the only way I knew how, by focusing on the next small thing in front of me. I sent the revised timeline to Patricia at three. Answered all the vendor emails by four-thirty and wrapped up a budget issue right before I left the building.

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

Carlos’s flight landed two hours ago, and he should be walking through that door any minute now. I inhale deeply, trying my best to calm myself. Yesterday, when the doctor said the words, “You’re pregnant,” I’d sat frozen for a moment, blinking back tears of disbelief and joy. It must have happened during that night—the one time Carlos had let his guard down. The night he had been drunk. It was the first time we had sex.

"You're the ex-husband. Derek Cross." "Yes, sir." "Don't let her go. Whatever mistakes you made, whatever fights you have, don't do what I did and run away from the hard parts." My father reaches for my hand with trembling fingers. "I heard you're pregnant. Congratulations." "How did you—" "Richard Crane. He's had people watching you for months, reporting everything back to him." My father's face darkens. "That's my fault too. If I hadn't gotten Emily hooked on drugs, if I'd been stronger—"

“You're going to be such a good dad.” That night, I woke up at 2 AM needing to pee—another fun pregnancy symptom nobody warns you about. When I came back from the bathroom, Christian was sitting up in bed with the lamp on, reading. I moved closer and saw the book title: “The Expectant Father's Guide to Pregnancy and Beyond.” He had a highlighter. He'd marked passages. There were sticky notes. “Christian?” He jumped slightly, caught. “You're awake.” “What are you reading?” I sat beside him, trying not to smile.