All Chapters of Ex-wife becomes pregnant after divorce: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ancelotti sat alone in his dark, cluttered office, the faint glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey, and his glass, half-full, sat on the table in front of him. He leaned back in his leather chair, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he murmured to himself. "Jeffrey," he said, his voice low and amused, "busy waiting for Caroline, thinking he has it all under control." He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slowly. "Meanwhile, the unexpected will be expected. Poor fool doesn’t even know what’s coming." Ancelotti reached for his glass, taking a slow sip of whiskey. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat, but he savored it. Every detail of his plan was falling into place, and he relished the thought of how it would all unfold. "Ric," he muttered, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "He’s sharper than I thought. Got Caroline all riled up, didn’t he? Triggered her emotions just enough to set up that sharp

Jane gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "What? Are you serious? Is he… is he okay?" "I don’t know," Caroline said, pacing back and forth. "They took him to the hospital. I need to go back, but I just— I needed a moment to breathe." "Oh my god! Caroline, you're back. I was so worried!" she said, her voice shaking.Caroline chuckled and hugged her back. "Hey, I'm okay. Sorry for making you worry." she said.Jane pulled away and looked at Caroline. "What happened? Why were you acting like that?" she asked.Caroline sighed and patted her on the head. "I'll tell you everything. But first, let's go inside. I'm so tired, I just want to sit down.”They both went inside, and Jane closed the door, her curiosity was at its peak. She was ready to hear everything, she was ready to listen, and she was ready to finally know what was going on in Caroline’s life. She couldn't wait for Caroline to explain everything, and she was determined to help her friend, no matter what.Caroline threw he

Marco didn’t answer. Instead, he stepped out into the open, his hand hovering near his holster. The car door opened, and Ric stepped out, looking nervous and out of place.“Marco,” Ric said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “Boss sent me.”Marco frowned. “What for?”“To make sure everything’s... under control,” Ric said, glancing at Caroline. His eyes darted nervously, betraying the lie.“Stay out of this, Ric,” Marco growled. “You’ve done enough damage.”Caroline stepped forward, her patience wearing thin. “What’s going on here? Ancelotti sent you both? Why?”Marco didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned to Ric, his expression hard. “Go back to the car. Now.”“But—”“Now!” Marco barked, and Ric flinched before retreating.Caroline crossed her arms, glaring at Marco. “Start talking.”Marco sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Ancelotti doesn’t trust Jeffrey. And right now, he’s not sure if he can trust you either.”Caroline’s expression hardened. “After everything I

Caroline paced back and forth in her living room, her mind racing. The sunlight streaming through the windows did nothing to calm her nerves. Her hands trembled as she clutched a half-empty cup of coffee she wasn’t drinking. The events of the evening before replayed in her mind like a cruel, relentless loop. Jeffrey lying on the floor, the blood, the chaos—everything felt unreal. The sound of distant voices and car doors slamming broke her from her thoughts. She moved to the window and peeked through the curtain. A group of reporters stood outside her gate, cameras and microphones ready, their expressions hungry for a story. “Great,” she muttered under her breath. She hadn’t even thought about what she’d say to the press. Then came the knock at the door—loud and persistent. Caroline froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She hesitated before walking to the door, each step heavier than the last. Outside, the reporters jostled for position as Caroline opened the door a crac

Caroline stood at the edge of the docks, her arms crossed tightly against the biting night air. The faint sound of waves lapping against the pylons did nothing to soothe her nerves. She could feel the weight of everything she’d endured pressing down on her like a stone, and the soft hum of approaching headlights brought a fresh wave of tension.Ancelotti stood nearby, leaning against the hood of a sleek black car, a glass of whiskey in hand. Marco, ever vigilant, was close by, his sharp eyes scanning the dark streets for any signs of trouble. The three of them had been through so much together, yet the heaviness in the air tonight was different.“I’m not surprised Maralyn kidnapped my twins,” Caroline finally said, her voice quiet but unwavering. The words seemed to echo in the stillness, carrying a sharp edge that made Ancelotti glance at her.He raised an eyebrow, his usually impassive face softening with curiosity. “Your twins? What does Maralyn have against them?”Caroline let out