Pregnant By My Ex's Dad Book の小説・ストーリー

I scrolled down, even though I knew I shouldn’t, even though I knew exactly what I was going to find, and sure enough, they didn’t disappoint. “Wait… wasn’t she with the son first? This is messy 💀” “So the dad stole the girl and got her pregnant? Wild.” “Julian really lost everything huh 😂” “Imagine your ex becoming your stepmom… I’d disappear fr.” My hand tightened around the phone so hard it almost slipped from my grip.

Mom, Phoebe's mom, threw my pregnancy test strip in front of me. I looked at Phoebe who was standing beside her mom and giving me a happy smirk. She told them. "How could you bring disgrace to our family huh? Was this how you were raised? Was this how your mom and I raised you? You go outside opening your legs for stranger, you whore!" Dad yelled at me and slapped me again. "You were engaged but you decided to sleep with another man? Now, you're pregnant for the bastard. Are you crazy?" Phoebe's mom yelled at me.

And there’s Sophia’s hospital bills to take care of. It’s funny how my parents used to gift out millions of dollars at charity events. Now, we could barely afford to pay our monthly rent. After my scandal, right before I had moved back home, my father’s company had fallen under bankruptcy. It turned out he was neck deep in debt, worth billions of dollars. We’d lost everything. Our cars. Our houses. Our lands. Everything. All that was left was a heartbroken wife, a scandalized older daughter and a fatally sick younger daughter. “What can I get you?” I repeat my question to the university girls.

“This isn’t like the last.” He told her as if he were trying to reassure her. Something she never thought she'd hear from him.. His attitude towards her since yesterday had been unkind. He was a man, after all, who was capable of bringing down empires and ruining lives because he felt like it. Yet, here he was, offering something that resembled comfort. Since it was unusual, she took his word for it, but her hand still quivered. “Now,” said the patriarch. “Repeat your vows after me,”

“You’re a mother now. Focus on reality, not fantasies.” Reality. One baby. One truth everyone else seemed to share except me. My grip tightened protectively around the baby. “I’m not crazy,” I said softly. Lucien didn’t answer. He simply watched me. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ The next day, I demanded proof. I asked for my medical files. The nurses hesitated but eventually handed over a folder. My hands trembled as I flipped through pages. Ultrasound reports. Vitals. Delivery summary. Every document said the same thing.

"I know we may have gotten off on the wrong foot, sir, but I care deeply about your daughter. She's everything to me. I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to protect her." My father's lips curled into a slight smile. "I can see that. I was skeptical at first, still am, to be honest. But if she trusts you, I can learn to." I took a deep breath, my fingers brushing over my belly as if they knew what I was about to say. "Dad, there's something else." His eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity. I reached for Kaelon's hand and laced our fingers together. "I'm pregnant." The words hung in the air, soft but heavy.

Didn’t shout. Didn’t defend herself. Instead— She reached into her bag. And brought out a paper. Placed it on the table. Hospital report. Clear. Undeniable. Pregnant. A few weeks. The timing matched. Everything matched. Grace stared at it. But didn’t pick it up. Because she didn’t need to. The truth had already landed. Their father stood up slowly. Looked at their mother. Disgust written all over his face. “Can you see how useless your daughters are?”

I scoffed under my breath; a small, sharp sound that did nothing to relieve the pressure in my chest, and walked away. My legs felt unsteady, but I kept my expression blank. A pair of analysts passed me with folders clutched to their chests; they nodded politely and kept going. Someone laughed softly near the copy machines. The floor was alive with ordinary Monday movement, and none of them knew I had just stood in the shadows and listened to my ex-boyfriend reduce two years of my life to a complaint about sex and contraception. Jess was at her desk when I reached our section, scrolling through something on her tablet with her usual restless energy. She looked up, and her face immediately sh

Doc Barney’s hand grips his shoulder like he’s the one about to collapse. “Just get out and say it,” I demand. My patience has left the building. Dad exhales once. Hard. “Damion … son … Mel is pregnant.” The word hangs in the air. Pregnant. It doesn’t land. It hovers. My brain refuses to d******d it. Pregnant. My fingers loosen from the armrests. My body turns to liquid. Muscles to rubber. Bones to melted wax. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. This was not on the list of possible disasters.

Outside, rain tapped at the windows, soft and patient, as if the night had all the time in the world. “My daughter,” Mrs Hale said at last. “She was ill. Very ill. Lady Vivienne paid for the hospital, the specialists, the treatment. More money than I could have found if I had worked three lifetimes.” She looked at Elena then, ashamed and pleading. “After that, there was always one more favour. One more signature. One more door left unlocked.” Elena did not want pity. Pity made betrayal harder to hold. “Did you know I was pregnant?” she asked.