All Chapters of Divorced Before He Knew I was Pregnant: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter One: The Divorce Papers

Aira Bennett stared at the thin white stick in her trembling hand. Two red lines. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Her fingers tightened around the plastic as her chest rose and fell too fast, too shallow. The bathroom light felt too bright. The silence felt loud. Her vision blurred, and only then did she realize she was crying. Pregnant. The word echoed in her mind, heavy and unreal. After three years of silence. After three years of distance, cold dinners, and a marriage that felt more like a waiting room than a home. She was pregnant. A shaky laugh escaped her lips, half disbelief, half fear. She pressed a hand to her flat stomach as if she could already protect what was growing inside her. A fragile smile touched her face before she could stop it. Lucien would be home tonight. For the first time in a long while, hope stirred in her chest. Small. Careful. Dangerous. Maybe this would change things.

Chapter Two: The Divorce she didn’t fight

Aira read the papers slowly, even though she already knew what they said. The words were clear. Too clear. Every sentence neat and final, like the people who wrote them had never loved anyone before. Mutual Agreement for Dissolution of Marriage. She kept going back to the title, her eyes snagging on the word mutual as if it might change if she stared long enough. It didn’t. Nothing about this was mutual. Lucien had decided. She had nodded. That was how most things between them worked. The apartment was quiet in that uncomfortable way that made every small sound feel louder than it should be. The hum of the refrigerator. The faint ticking of the wall clock. Even her own breathing felt intrusive. She sat at the dining table, still wearing the sweater she’d slept in because changing clothes felt like too much effort for a day like this. The table had been her choice. She remembered that clearly. Lucien had barely looked up from his phone when she showe

Chapter Three: Unsettled Ground

Aira thought she would feel relief after seeing him again.That was what she had expected. Closure. Distance. A clean emotional cut that would allow her to return to the quiet life she had carefully rebuilt.Instead, she felt restless.The apartment felt different that night. Smaller somehow. Like the walls had shifted inward without warning, closing in on her thoughts. The air was heavier too, thick with something she couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore.She moved from the couch to the kitchen, then back again, unable to settle. Every corner of the space felt too familiar, yet not enough to ground her.Her mind refused to be still.It kept replaying everything.Every word Lucien had said.Every pause.Every look he didn’t quite hide.“If there’s something I need to know…”The way he had said it lingered.It wasn’t suspicion.It wasn’t even curiosity.It was something sharper. Something quieter.He had been unsettled.And that was worse.Lucien was not a man who liked uncertainty. He di

Chapter Four: You Don’t Get to Let Go That Easily

He came that evening. She heard his key in the lock. For a second, she forgot he still had access. The door opened. Lucien stepped inside like he had never left. The familiarity of it made something twist in her chest. “I’ll be quick,” he said. He walked toward the study. She followed without meaning to. “You don’t need to supervise me,” he added. “I’m not.” “You are.” Their eyes met. The air changed. He gathered a stack of folders from the shelf. Efficient. Controlled. But his movements were slightly sharper than usual. “You look worse today,” he said without looking at her. “I told you I’m fine.” “You’re not.” He turned then. And this time, he didn’t mask it. Concern. Frustration. Something almost territorial. “You don’t get to worry about me,” she said quietly. “Why not?” The question came out immediate. Instinctive. Because you ended it. Because you chose distance. Because I’m carrying something you

Chapter Five: The Appointment

Aira didn’t tell him about the second appointment. She almost did. When the reminder notification popped up that morning, her first instinct was to text him. Not because she wanted comfort. Just because for three years, he had been the person she informed about everything. Running late. Reached safely. Doctor said I’m fine. Now her thumb hovered over his name and she felt ridiculous. She deleted the message before she finished typing it. The clinic was quieter this time. Fewer people. Or maybe she just felt less aware of them. The first visit had been shock. This one felt heavier. More real. When the nurse called her name, she stood slowly. The nausea had been worse the past two days. Not dramatic — just constant. A low hum of discomfort under everything. The doctor spoke gently again. Asked about symptoms. About sleep. “Stress can make everything feel amplified,” she said. Aira almost laughed. If only it were just stress. When they did the scan, she wa

Chapter Six: You Don’t Look At Me Like That

He showed up that evening without telling her. No message. No warning. Just the sound of the door unlocking again. She stiffened. “You still have that key?” she asked when he stepped inside. “Yes.” “You’re supposed to give it back.” “I will.” But he didn’t. He stood there for a second too long, looking at her like he was trying to solve something. “You were at a clinic,” he said. “Yes.” “For stress.” “Yes.” He stepped closer. Not aggressively. Just enough to shrink the space. “You don’t look stressed,” he said. She let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “What does stress look like to you?” “You’re pale. You’re tired. You’re avoiding me. And you flinch when I get close.” Her throat tightened. “You’re imagining things.” “No,” he said quietly. “I’m not.” There was something unsettled about him tonight. Less controlled. His hair was slightly messy. His tie loosened. Like he had come straight from somewhere without stopping to

Chapter Seven: You Don’t Get To Care Now

Aira thought if she ignored him long enough, he would stop.That was how distance worked, wasn’t it? Silence, space, time—eventually, everything faded.Except Lucien Blackwood was not the type of man who faded.He didn’t overwhelm her with calls. He didn’t flood her phone with messages that demanded immediate replies.That would have been easier to deal with.Instead, he was… deliberate.Controlled.Every two days, without fail, there was something.A message that looked harmless on the surface.Did you eat?You left your medical file here.You forgot your scarf in my car.Small reasons.Always small.Aira would stare at the messages longer than necessary, her thumb hovering over the screen before she either gave a short reply or ignored them completely. And each time, she told herself the same thing.This meant nothing.But deep down, she knew better.Lucien wasn’t trying to reconcile.He wasn’t apologizing. He wasn’t asking for another chance.He was doing something far more unsettl

Chapter Eight: The Thing You’re Not Saying

The call came the next morning.Aira had just stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still damp, the quiet of the apartment wrapping around her like a fragile kind of peace she didn’t quite trust anymore. Her phone buzzed against the table, the sharp sound cutting through the stillness.Unknown number.She stared at it for a moment longer than necessary.Something about it made her uneasy.Still, she picked it up.“Hello?”“Mrs. Bennett?”Her fingers tightened slightly around the phone.That name.It hadn’t belonged to her in a long time, yet hearing it still did something to her chest—something tight, something she didn’t want to examine too closely.“This is the clinic. Your test results came back slightly elevated. It’s nothing alarming, but the doctor would like you to come in tomorrow.”For a second, Aira didn’t respond.The words registered, but they didn’t settle.Elevated.Not alarming.Come in tomorrow.Her throat went dry.“Elevated… how?” she asked, her voice quieter now, mo

Chapter Nine: Almost

The clinic smelled too clean. Aira had always hated places like this — the kind of sterile quiet that made every thought echo louder than it should. The white walls felt almost accusatory, like they were waiting for something to go wrong. She sat in the waiting area with her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles had turned pale. She hadn’t told anyone she was coming. Not her friend. And certainly not Lucien. The nurse’s voice kept replaying in her mind. Elevated levels. Precautionary. Don’t worry. People always said that right before there was something to worry about. Her phone buzzed inside her bag. She ignored it. It buzzed again. And again. She didn’t need to check the screen to know who it was. Still, her hand moved slowly, almost unwillingly, pulling the phone out. Three missed calls. Lucien. Her chest tightened. Lucien never called like that unless something was wrong. Or unless he felt something shift. She stared at his n

Chapter Ten: The Weight of It

Lucien didn’t speak immediately.Not when she stepped outside.Not when the door closed softly behind her, shutting out the quiet hum of the building.Not even when she stopped in front of him.He just looked at her.And it wasn’t the kind of look she was used to.Not sharp.Not assessing.Not searching for control.It was steady.Focused.Unsettling in a completely different way.Because for once—He wasn’t looking at her stomach.He was looking at her face.As if trying to read something there.As if trying to understand something he had already begun to piece together, but didn’t fully trust yet.The air between them felt heavier than usual, thick with everything neither of them had said yet.“You were going to tell me,” he said finally.His voice was quiet.Too quiet.Not accusatory.Not harsh.Just certain.Like a question he already knew the answer to.Aira didn’t respond immediately. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, her gaze dropping for a second before lifting again.

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