Ex-wife becomes pregnant after divorce

CarolineI stepped through the front door, feeling so tired after a long day at work. I just wanted to relax and find my husband, Jeffrey. But when I walked into the living room, I was stunned with what i saw.There he was, laughing with another woman on our matrimonial bed."Babe, what’s happening here?" I blurted out, my voice shaking as I tried to make sense of the scene before me.Jeffrey turned, his face hardening as if I was a stranger in my own home. "What does this look like to you?"he snapped, rising from the bed with a fierce look in his eyes. He walked toward me, gripping a piece of paper as if it held all the power in the world. "Sign the divorce papers!"he said, shoving the document toward me like it was a blunt instrument. "B... but babe!!" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief."Will you shut up and just do it already?" His voice was ice-cold, cutting through my confusion like a knife. Each word stabbed at my heart, making me feel like I was on the verge of fallin

Caroline's PovAfter having a good taste of the coffee,i paid and walked down the streets to get a cab.I flagged down a taxi, sliding into the back seat with trembling hands. “Where to?” the driver asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.I hesitated, my mind blank. Where do I go from here? I had no home to return to .Jeffrey had made that painfully clear. My life had been ripped apart, and I had no idea how to pick up the pieces. Finally, I gave the driver an address, not my own but a friend’s, someone I hoped would understand.I entered the and the taxi pulled away from the curb, I leaned my head against the window, watching the pedestrians along the streets. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one more painful than the last. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing myself to find that strength. I had to. Because if I didn’t, Jeffrey’s betrayal would define me, and I wouldn’t let him have that power over me anymore. The taxi came to a stop in front of my

Caroline The doctor was so kind, but I wasn't sure if he was right. Maybe I was just imagining things. I'd been through so much lately, maybe I was just making things up. An hour later, after waiting for the test results, the doctor came back. He looked at me, his face serious. He was holding some papers in his hands."Caroline," he said, "I think I know why you haven't been feeling well."My heart jumped. "Is it serious?" I asked, my voice shaky. He sat down in front of me and said, "Not serious, but really unexpected. You're pregnant."The words felt like a punch to the gut. Pregnant? It couldn't be right. My mind was spinning, trying to make sense of it all. "I'm…pregnant?" I asked, still confused."Yes," the doctor confirmed. "You're about a month pregnant. And there's more…"My hands were shaking. "More?"He looked at the papers and said, "You're having triplets." My world stopped. Triplets? The word echoed in my mind, bringing back all the bad memories of Jeffrey. He had al

I finished my latte, the bitter taste lingering on my tongue, and I knew I had to move on. I had to find a way to navigate this new world, this world where I was both a stranger and a visitor, all at the same time.When I finally reached the biggest and most expensive restaurant in the country, I walked in, feeling a little out of place in my baggy jeans and faded t-shirt. The place buzzed with a high-energy vibe, the clatter of dishes and the chatter of diners creating a symphony of urban life.I approached the counter and nervously asked for the manager. The guy behind the counter, a skinny guy with slicked-back hair and a smirk that never left his face, looked me up and down like I was some strange specimen."He's not around," he said, his voice dripping with a kind of bored arrogance that made my skin crawl. "But you can leave your details. He'll be back tomorrow. I'll make sure he gets them." I handed him a piece of paper with my name and number scribbled on it. He glanced at i

First day at work!The floor was sticky, a disgusting mixture of spilled soda, dropped fries, and forgotten ketchup. My hands ached from scrubbing the grime off the tables, and my back screamed in protest with every movement. I was exhausted, my legs like jelly, and my belly, a giant bowling ball stuck to my body, was throbbing with every step. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard. I had thought a cleaning job would be easy, a way to earn some money and get back on my feet. But here I was, feeling like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, and my aching back.“You should have gotten an abortion,” a voice sneered behind me. My stomach lurched. I knew those words were meant to hurt, to make me feel small, worthless.“So with this your pot belly, they call it pregnancy…can you even use it to work?” another voice chimed in, dripping with mockery. The laughter that followed was like a swarm of angry bees, buzzing in my ears, stinging my heart. I tried to ignore them, to