All Chapters of Please Come Back! Ex-wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tasha's POV I sat in the quiet, sterile room of the hospital, the faint smell of antiseptic filling the air as I clutched the envelope in my hands. My heart pounded against my chest as I stared at the results. The test I had taken only a few days ago had confirmed it, but seeing the official confirmation from the hospital made it all real. I was pregnant. One month pregnant. A mixture of emotions swirled inside me, excitement, fear, and relief. I ran my hand over my flat stomach, imagining the life growing inside me. I was carrying Daniel’s baby. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This was the news that could change everything. After all the distance between us, after all the arguments and tension, maybe this would be what finally brought us back together. I imagined his reaction, the way his eyes might light up when I told him he was going to be a father. Daniel, the strong, confident billionaire, heir to the Sterling family empire, with all his power and wealth, would

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I stood my ground, refusing to let him see just how much it hurt. I didn’t say a word. I simply turned on my heel and walked out of the hospital, the weight of my decision pressing down on me, but for the first time in a long while... I felt free. I walked towards the parking lot, the world around me spinning slightly. My hand instinctively went to my stomach as a wave of dizziness hit me, my heart racing from the confrontation. I pulled out my phone, my fingers shaking as I scrolled through my contacts. Stanley, Daniel’s friend and best man. He’d always been kind to me, a rare source of comfort when Daniel was distant. He never judged, just listened. Right now, I needed that more than ever. The phone rang twice before he picked up. “Tasha? Everything okay?” “Hi, Stanley,” I said, my voice weak. “Are you free? Sorry to bother you, but I’m at Central Hospital. I’m not feeling too well, and I don’t think I can go back home myself.” T

I couldn’t answer. The pain was too intense, radiating through my abdomen like a wave crashing over me. My vision blurred as panic surged through me. I doubled over, clutching my stomach, gasping for air. Robbin was at my side in an instant, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to touch me or call for help. “Tasha, talk to me! What’s happening?” His voice was filled with urgency, but I couldn’t form the words. I tried to breathe through it, but all I could think about was the baby. Something was wrong.Terribly wrong. Robbin’s face was pale, his hands finally reaching out to steady me as I struggled to stay upright. “I’m getting the doctor,” he muttered, and before I could stop him, he rushed toward the door, shouting for help. Everything seemed to happen in a blur after that. Nurses rushed in, followed closely by Dr. Walsh. They lifted me onto the bed as the pain continued to tear through me. The doctor’s face was a mask of concentration, her hands moving swiftly as she b

Daniel's POV Next morning, I arrived at the hospital to pick up Venessa. She was finally being discharged, and as she walked toward me, I could see the relief in her eyes. She had always been so strong, so resilient. We drove back to my place in silence, and though I tried to focus on the road, my mind kept wandering to the divorce papers, Tasha’s signature, and the strange emptiness I felt. Venessa was here with me now, the woman I had always loved, but something felt off. Maybe it was just the transition, the sudden change from one life to another. When we got home, Venessa immediately made herself comfortable, sinking into the couch with a sigh. I watched her, trying to suppress the unease gnawing at the back of my mind. After a few moments of silence, Venessa stood up, her eyes catching on something on the table. The divorce papers. She picked them up, a small frown forming on her lips. "Oh, Daniel," she said softly, glancing down at the papers, her voice filled with sympath

Tasha POV (FIVE YEARS LATER) As I opened the door, the familiar sound of small footsteps echoed through the hallway. “Mum... Mummy!” he called, his little voice filled with excitement. I smiled as my son, Ethan, ran toward me. He was my joy, the reason I do everything. His energy, his laughter, it all made every challenge worth it. "I’ve missed you so much!" Ethan exclaimed, wrapping his tiny arms around my legs. “Oh really? I’ve missed you more, sweetheart,” I said, scooping him up into my arms and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I’ve only been gone two days for a job in Paris, or should I say... a fashion contest?" I winked at him, and his eyes lit up. Just then, Aunt Linda stepped out from the corner of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Look who’s just right on time for dinner,"