Pregnant For Her Ex-husband.

Alexandra's POV.

It was disheartening. No—shocking. My dad would never call me a disgrace. Not unless he truly believed I had done something terrible. But I hadn’t. Not in any way. Hearing those words from him now shattered my heart into a thousand tiny pieces, like broken glass that could never be put back together.

“Dad, what is wrong?” I asked, my voice trembling between quiet sobs.

“Why is everyone doing this to me?” My whisper barely escaped my lips, more to myself than anyone else.

“Oh? You don’t know?” My father’s voice was laced with cold disappointment as he paused, waiting for me to meet his gaze. I hesitated before lifting my head, searching his face for an explanation. What didn’t I know? Why was he looking at me like this, like I was nothing to him? I am his daughter, his only daughter. His beloved daughter… or at least, I used to be.

Maybe that changed the moment he found out I had given everything I owned to Asher. The moment he realized I had gone against his warnings and married a man he never approved of.

But still… that wasn’t enough to call me a disgrace.

“You are the talk of the whole city! The talk of all of Cape City!! You haven’t seen it yet?” He grabbed the newspaper and slammed it onto the table before tossing it to the floor in front of me. “Asher Sinclair divorced!!!”

My heart clenched. My pulse quickened.

No… No, no, no.

I fumbled for my phone, hands shaking as I unlocked it. The first thing I saw was headline after headline flashing across the screen:

“Billionaire Asher Sinclair Announces Divorce!” The End of Cape City’s Most Glamorous Marriage! “Alexandra Scott: A Love Story Turned Scandal!”

I staggered backward, struggling to breathe.

He really did it. He told the press already. He had made a spectacle of my pain before I could even process it myself.

I gripped my phone tightly as my vision blurred with tears. “How could he? How could he humiliate me like this?” I whispered, my voice cracking.

“You loved him?” My father’s voice cut through the fog of my thoughts. “But he never loved you, Alexandra. I told you back then, but you didn’t listen!”

“It’s not true, Dad! We loved each other!” My voice broke as I desperately clung to the love I once believed in.

“You’re a disgrace, Alexandria! Leave! Go back to him, go anywhere, go to your mother for all I care!” His words thundered through the room, and before I could react, he gestured to the guards.

I gasped as they grabbed me. “Dad, please—”

But they didn’t hesitate. They dragged me out like a stranger like I was nothing. Like I hadn’t spent my whole life in that mansion, running down those halls, laughing as his daughter.

The estate gates slammed shut behind me.

I stood there, my body trembling, my heart pounding.

“It’s over. It’s all over.” I choked on my tears.

Then, my phone rang.

Through blurry eyes, I looked down. It was Rihanna, my best friend.

I swallowed hard and pressed the call button.

“Rihanna…” My voice was hoarse.

“It’s okay, Alexandria,” she said softly. “Come home to me.”

The call ended.

Just like that, I had a place to go. Someone to run to. The words I had been aching to hear—it’s okay. But the people I wanted to hear them from the most… didn’t say them at all.

I hailed a cab, tossed my luggage in, and before I knew it, I was standing at Rihanna’s doorstep.

As soon as she opened the door, she pulled me into a tight embrace. “Alexandria”

I broke down in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Theresa betrayed me, Rihanna,” I whispered through my tears. “She slept with Asher. He divorced me because of her.”

Rihanna tensed, but she didn’t say anything right away. She just held me, letting me cry until I had nothing left.

She didn’t ask for details. She didn’t need to.

Instead, she fed me, tucked me into bed, and let me sleep. But I knew Rihanna well enough to know that she wasn’t done.

Tomorrow… tomorrow would be the interrogation.

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I woke up to Rihanna pacing the room.

“I told you! Everyone did!” she exploded the moment I opened my eyes. “We all warned you, Sandra!”

I sat up, groggy but already defensive. “But we were in love, up until six months ago!” I shot back.

“You think it was love, but it wasn’t! He only wanted your money, Alexandra. You turned him from a millionaire into a billionaire. Now that he got what he wanted, he doesn’t need you anymore!”

Her words stung and my throat tightened.

No.

No, I refused to believe that.

“I choose to believe something different,” I whispered. “That our marriage was real. That we loved each other. That he didn’t have some hidden motive from the start.”

Rihanna scoffed. “How did you become like this, Sandra? How?” She shook her head in frustration. “You let Theresa take your husband without a fight—”

“What was I supposed to do, Rihanna?” I cut her off, my voice rising. “Kill Asher for betraying me? Kill Theresa and her unborn baby for daring to sleep with my husband?”

Rihanna’s expression darkened.

“Ex-husband, Alexandria,” she corrected firmly.

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. A wave of nausea hit me.

I shut my eyes, pressing a hand to my belly as my breathing grew unsteady.

Rihanna’s face softened immediately. She rushed to my side, her anger replaced by concern. “Are you okay?”

I nodded weakly. But I wasn’t.

“You’re not okay. We’re going to the hospital.” She didn’t wait for my answer. She grabbed her keys, pulled me up, and practically dragged me to the car.

I didn’t argue. I couldn’t. The pain was dull but persistent, curling deep in my stomach.

The ride was silent, Rihanna focused on the road, and I was lost in thought.

By the time we reached the hospital, I already felt better, but I knew she wouldn’t let me leave without getting checked. So I let them run the tests.

I expected nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe stress. Maybe exhaustion. Maybe I had been eating poorly.

But when the doctor returned, everything changed.

“You’re pregnant, ma’am.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut.

“Pregnant?” “No. That couldn’t be.”

I had been waiting—praying—for this for three years. It wasn’t supposed to happen now. Not like this.

Rihanna turned to me, with a look of shock and suspicion. “I thought you said he hadn’t been home for months.”

My lips parted, but no sound came out.

Then, barely above a whisper, I said it.

“He did. He came home two weeks ago.”