All Chapters of Ex-wife becomes pregnant after divorce: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

3rd povAncelotti sat in his office, looking out the big window. The sun was setting, making the sky look like a beautiful painting with bright oranges and soft pinks. But he wasn’t really seeing the sunset. His mind was busy thinking about Caroline.Just a few years ago, he had seen her working in one of his restaurants. “How did I not notice her before?” he wondered. It felt strange to think that someone so special had been right in front of him all along. He remembered the first time they met at a bar. They talked and laughed for hours, sharing stories and dreams. It felt like they had a real connection.Then, they spent a night together that he couldn’t forget. It was magical, filled with laughter and warmth. But now, everything feels different. His heart sank as he remembered what his manager had told him: “She left Europe.” Why would she leave? Did she not want to see him again?Ancelotti's mind raced with questions. “Is she pregnant?” he thought, feeling panic rising in his st

Jeffrey’s pov“Boss," Miguel, my security detail, said, his voice a little too loud for the hushed atmosphere of my private office. "Everything okay? You've been pacing for an hour, muttering to yourself. You look like you've seen a ghost."I stopped pacing and turned to him, the knot of anxiety in my stomach tightening. "Miguel, it's nothing," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but I could feel my voice cracking a little. "Just… thinking.""About the deal with the Faraday Group?" Miguel asked, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "No, no, not about that," I waved my hand dismissively. "It's about something else. Something… personal.""Something personal?" He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You, Boss, have a personal life? Now that's a story I gotta hear."I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "It's not like that. It's just... I saw someone today. Someone I haven't seen in years.""Years? We are talking decades here?" Miguel's grin widened. "You’re telling me you h

Do you know him, mommy?" The little girl, still in Caroline’s arms, asked, her voice a tiny, wavering whisper. Caroline's gaze shifted back to me, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of sadness in her eyes, a trace of the love that had once been so strong between us. It was a fleeting moment, a whisper of what could have been. I wanted to reach out to her, to pull her close, to tell her how much I loved her, how much I regret hurting her. But I knew I wasn’t ready for that yet. I had to start small, to rebuild some kind of bridge between us. "Yes, honey," Caroline said, her voice soft and reassuring. “I knew him a long time ago. He’s just saying hello.” She smiled at me, a small, polite smile that didn’t reach her eyes. I wanted to say more, to tell her how much I’d been thinking about her, how much I’d missed her, how much I regretted everything. But I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I was afraid. I was afraid of rejection. I was afraid of her anger. I was afraid of the pain I k

Jeffrey "It's me... it's all my fault," I whispered, my voice cracking. My eyes were red-rimmed, my face pale. I saw her again, just a few weeks ago. She was with those little kids, her triplets, all sunshine smiles and tiny hands. She looked happy and now married. But it still hurts. I said it was my fault. I repeated!If I had to leave, couldn't I be with her? But what if I could have changed things? What if… The faded photograph felt warm beneath my fingertips. Caroline's face, frozen in time, stared back at me. Her smile was like a sunbeam, a reminder of everything I'd lost. She was the one that got away, the one who slipped through my fingers like a wisp of smoke. I was a kid back then, clueless and arrogant, and I let her go. Now, I was married to my new girlfriend , but my heart was still stuck in that past, trapped in the memory of her laugh, her touch, her vibrant spirit. It had been years, but I still felt the ache of regret. The image of her laughing, her eyes sparkli