After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant Novels & Stories

He swallowed hard again and wiped his lips. “You..you can't father a baby?!” She asked in disbelief. “I can't, “ he replied sadly with his gaze on the floor. “And how do you know that?” She asked. “I once impregnated a girl called Sally after I ran away from rehab. We were both cohabiting, her parents were rich and she was a junkie too. We both fled from rehab and put up together in a home she rented. She loved me so much and then one day, she claimed she was pregnant. I took the bold step to return home to break the news to my family.

Because of that, Serena's mother began looking down on him, mocking him for being broke and unable to have kids. Owen took it all, even after Serena gave birth. He cared for the baby like his own. Then one day, the baby's real father showed up. Owen wasn't home, and the man got into a heated argument with Mildred. That was when she found out the grandson she'd been doting on wasn't Owen's. The shock hit her like a ton of bricks, and she had a heart attack right there. Serena didn't spare Mildred a glance. She took the baby and left with the man.

The guest list was limited, as my colleagues were still unaware of my true identity. Delanie and Declan, my siblings, were thriving. Delanie bore a striking resemblance to our mother, while Declan was a spitting image of our father, creating a noticeable contrast. Despite this, I miraculously had my father's eyes, dispelling any doubts about my parentage. After dancing with my mom, I shared a dance with Delanie, Aunt Nora, and finally Octavia, who arrived with her husband and five-year-old son to celebrate with me. “Roger, you are now officially the youngest billionaire CEO with a net worth of eight hundred billion. The world must hear about you today," Dad said, but I refused.

" came the response. Dickson, taken aback, reached for his phone to call her, only to realise he didn't have her number. Throughout their two and a half -year marriage, Amanda had been the one to initiate calls, and he had never bothered to save her number. Now, five years after their divorce, her contact had vanished from his records. Surprisingly, he found that he could still reach her through I*******m, a connection that had persisted despite their divorce.

Whereas five years ago, I was a dumb woman who worshipped the ground on which her husband walked, while the said husband despised her existence, now I'm a very famous screenwriter and producer who is her own boss, as well as the boss of many other people. Not only that but whereas I left with nothing except my clothes five years ago, this time around, I’m back with a whole human being, in the person of my four-year-old daughter. Yes, not long after I left Derek, I found out that I was pregnant with his child and even though I was heartbroken back then, I knew immediately that I wanted to keep the baby. This decision turned out to be the best decision of my life because I can't even imagine m

However, the idea of leaving this state and starting a new life far away from here, with no one to remind me of the one man I desperately wanted to forget stuck with me. Just as I clicked the small x to leave the page, I saw a red button, indicating a notification. I clicked on it and sure enough, there was a post uploaded just then. A post about me. It read: “USA’s most eligible bachelor is back: The CEO Davis Monroe is apparently back in the market as his ex-wife, Cassandra Richardson just revealed the couple's divorce. Various speculations have been flying over the reason for the divorce. A source close to the family has revealed that the couple were never on good terms and Davis oftentim

Then came the night he’d handed her the divorce papers. She’d gone home to the penthouse – their penthouse – and collapsed onto the bed they’d shared, tears soaking into the silk sheets. That’s when she’d felt it: a tiny flutter low in her belly, so faint she’d almost written it off as gas or wishful thinking. But something had pulled at her heart, something deep and primal that she couldn’t ignore. The next morning, she’d taken the first test. Then another. Then another. And now she was here, three thousand miles from everything she’d ever known, holding the proof that her life was never going to be the same again.

I could almost hear him debating whether to say it. Finally, he said, “Your daughter… will be having a sibling soon.” For a moment, the words didn’t make sense. Then they hit. “A… what?” I asked, my voice low and cold. “A sibling,” he said, as though repeating it would make it easier for me to digest. “I just thought you’d want to know. Your ex-wife, Bella... she’s pregnant again.” Pregnant? I blinked slowly, my grip on the phone tightening again. “What did you just say?”

“Five years, just gone like that?” “No children, no legacy. It makes sense.” My chest caved inward. My hands shook so violently I nearly dropped the glass. Divorce? We weren’t divorced. I had never signed papers. He had never spoken of it. Jason’s smirk deepened, feeding on my devastation. “And tonight,” he continued smoothly, “I step into the next chapter of my life with the woman who embodies everything this company stands for.” He turned, dropped to one knee, and the ballroom gasped as though choreographed.

“Just like your mother couldn’t keep her husband. Now it’s your turn to lose everything.” The line hit an old bruise. I lifted my chin. “Don’t talk about my mother.” Josh edged forward, fists tight. “You’re a vile, shameless snake.” “Oh, please.” She laughed softly. “Want to know why I’m here? Because I’m pregnant. With Alex’s child. His real heir. Not like you. You’re a placeholder. A woman abandoned.” I blinked. Pregnant? She was… pregnant?