All Chapters of Ex-wife becomes pregnant after divorce: Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

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Chapter 11: Mommy, Who's that dude??

You know those times when you're excited about a trip? Imagine that, but you're also a little scared because you're going back to a place where things went really wrong. Like, really, really wrong. So, there I was, with my kids, all happy and carefree, heading to the airport. I was trying to pretend everything was okay, but deep down, I was feeling like a scared little kid myself. You know how sometimes you get that tight feeling in your chest when you're nervous? Yeah, that was me. But I had to be strong for my kids, right? They were looking at me with their bright, innocent eyes, so I put on a brave face and said, "Come on, team, let's go home!" We got on the plane, and I took a deep breath. This was it, the moment we'd been waiting for. I was going back to my country, to the place where I'd grown up, where I felt safe and loved. But it was also the place where everything had fallen apart. The place where I'd lost everything. We were soaring through the air, the world shrinking
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Chapter 12: Grandma,Jeffrey can't be the father of my triplets!

Her words were a venomous barb, a reminder of the power she held, the power he had allowed her to wield. I felt a surge of anger, but I held it back, my anger fueled by the fear I saw in my children's eyes."You know what, Jeffrey," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "You have nothing to do with me anymore. And if you think you can just waltz back into my life and pretend nothing happened, you're wrong. I'm not the same woman I was. I've moved on. And I'm not going back." I turned my back on them, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I took my children's hands, their small fingers intertwined with mine, a reminder of the love and strength that held us together. "Come on, team," I said, my voice firm. "Let's get home." The taxi pulled up to the familiar brick building, a wave of nostalgia washing over me as I recognized the intricate wrought iron fence and the cheerful potted geraniums lining the entrance. It was home. "We're here, Miss Caroline," the driver announced, his
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