Novel & Cerita The Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife

Sometimes I threw up in the middle of a shift and had to pretend it was nothing. “Are you okay?” my manager asked one afternoon as I wiped down a table, pale and trembling. “Just hungry,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “I’m okay.” But I wasn’t. I was exhausted. Frightened. Stretched thin in every possible way. But I kept going. I had to. I decided I wasn’t going to get rid of this child—just like Jackson wanted. I had to fight for this baby. I couldn’t imagine it. Just months ago, I had been a billionaire’s wife. I had servants at my beck and call, a driver, designer clothes, luxury.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air while I occupied the kitchen counter, wearing a cream blouse and fitted trousers, readying myself for another day at West Corporation. The television hummed gently in the background, the morning news delivering its standard mix of headlines and celebrity chatter—only this time, I was the focus. *“CEO Natalie West Seen on Date with Billionaire Ethan Sterling.”*

He seemed to be really rigid. "So, you and Adrian are just friends huh?" Mrs Gonzalez turned around to face me. "No Mother, they are more than just friends, and the cunning lady newly divorced her husband, and fled New York City with Adrian while carrying a child for her ex-husband," a sudden strikingly familiar voice filtered into the dining room. The clicking sound of her heels further deafening my ears.

he asked, “Please, give way, because I don't have your time,” Deja said, and she pushed her husband, and she walked closer to Doyin and held her hand, “come with me,” Deja said, and she drew Doyin, and two of them walked to Deja's bedroom and she locked up the door and start talking, “you are pregnant for my husband,” Deja says, “Sis, there is a mix-up somewhere, I am not pregnant, you are making a mistake” there is no pregnancy anywhere,” Doyin says,

He can't take that risk again. He went to his desk to find the remote to his television. He needed to confirm the news himself. It took him a while to find the remote as the table was a mess. Soon the screen of his television flickered to life as he changed the channel to the news one. A woman in her late twenties stood confidently on the screen. “Is it true that the richest batcherlor in the world is back in a relationship?" The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen.

It had cost her more than she was willing to admit and she had paid it without blinking because that is what you do for the person you love. She had his anniversary gift in her bag. A Rolex. One million dollars. She had saved for months without telling a soul. She let herself in with her spare key at noon. The house was quiet the way it was supposed to be. Noah had back to back client meetings and wouldn’t be home until evening. That was the plan. She would have everything ready before he walked through the door. Dinner. Decorations. Candles lit. The wine breathing on the table. Him walking into a home that said I love you in every direction he looked.

she murmured. Keeping the baby meant raising the child alone. But the thought of giving up her child was impossible. This little life inside her was the only thing she had left. Suddenly her phone buzzed on the table. It was a news notification. Amelia opened it slowly. A photo appeared on the screen. Ethan Carter was standing beside Olivia Bennett outside a luxury restaurant. Olivia’s arm was wrapped around his. Both of them were smiling at the cameras. The headline read: “Billionaire Ethan Carter and Actress Olivia Bennett Confirm Their Relationship.”

he declared as if it was a fact. "I am not yours!” She yelled and pushed him away finally. With an exasperated sigh, she said, “ Get the fuck out of my room and my life right now. I don't want Steve or his family to see you or know anything about you. " She said almost out of breath. He looked at her amusingly but the questions inside him couldn’t stop churning. So, he gave in and asked, "Why are you even marrying that cartoon? I earn a billion times more money than his little stupid salary, and not to brag, but I definitely do look better than him and stronger too." He said. She folded her arms across her stomach and said:

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.

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.