All Chapters of Ex-wife becomes pregnant after divorce: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jeffrey was lying in his hospital bed, his face pale and drawn from the ordeal of surgery. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the private room, and the steady beeping of monitors was the only sound accompanying his shallow breathing.He had been in and out of consciousness, recovering slowly, and his thoughts drifted aimlessly between pain and the surreal feeling of helplessness.The door opened quietly, and Maria, his new wife, walked in. She was dressed impeccably in a tailored designer suit, her high heels clicking softly against the tiled floor.Her demeanor was composed, her face set in an expression of forced concern, but there was a sharpness in her eyes that betrayed her true nature. Maria carried herself with the kind of authority that demanded obedience—like a queen entering her court.The two guards she had stationed outside stepped aside reluctantly as she ordered, “Stay here. I need privacy with my husband.” Her tone brooked no argument.Inside, Maria sat down beside

Caroline paced the living room, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. "Jane, we need to go. Jeffrey hasn’t answered any of my calls today. This isn’t like him."Jane, lounging on the couch with her legs crossed, glanced up with a tired sigh. "Caroline, maybe he’s just busy. It’s late, and I’m exhausted. Can’t this wait until tomorrow?""No, it can’t," Caroline said firmly, her voice edged with worry. "Jeffrey doesn’t just ignore us like this. What if something’s wrong? What if he needs help?"Jane groaned, stretching her arms over her head. "Fine. But if we’re going, you’re driving. I don’t have the energy for this.""Deal," Caroline said quickly, grabbing the car keys from the coffee table. She was already at the door before Jane could protest further.Outside, the night air was crisp, and the neighborhood was silent except for the faint hum of streetlights. Caroline unlocked the car and slid into the driver’s seat while Jane reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat.As Caroline

The police dudes were gone, finally! But the noise outside was even worse now. Those reporters were like a pack of wild dogs, barking questions about me. "Is Miss Caroline a suspect?" they yelled. "Did she hire a hitman?" Ugh, it was like a really bad soap opera. I pressed my head against the door, trying to block out the sound of them saying my name with that nasty, suspicious tone."I didn't do this," I whispered, tears dripping onto the wood. I felt like I was starring in some horrible crime movie, and everyone thought I was the bad guy! Even those detectives, Rourke and Lane, looked at me like they didn't believe a word I said. Like, hello, I used to babysit kids, not plan murders!I needed to prove I was innocent, pronto. I couldn't just sit here and wait for everyone to decide I was a criminal. I had to find the real shooter. Like in a Nancy Drew book, but way scarier.Then, my phone buzzed. It was Jake, Jeffrey’s friend. He picked up right away. "Any news?" he said, his voice a

The files on the USB drive were a mess. Like, seriously disorganized. There were Word documents with weird titles like "Project Nightingale" and "Operation Sunset," a bunch of photos of random places I didn’t recognize, and a couple of video files with names like "Meeting 1" and "Meeting 2." It was like Jeffrey was trying to make his own spy movie.“Okay, let’s start with the documents,” I said, clicking on "Project Nightingale." A Word file opened up, filled with super technical stuff about some kind of… well, I wasn’t totally sure what it was, but it involved weird chemical formulas and codes. It looked like something out of a science fiction movie.“Ugh, this is boring,” Jane groaned, tapping her pen on her notebook. “Is this all about science? Where’s the action?”I scrolled through it quickly. It mentioned something about "a new compound," "enhanced performance," and "high-risk investment." That’s when I saw a name, hidden in a paragraph: "Dr. Albright." The name sounded vaguely

CarolineThe back roads were super bumpy, and the car kept bouncing around. It felt like we were driving through some kind of jungle, even though it was just a bunch of overgrown fields and trees.Jake kept looking out the window, like he expected a car with tinted windows to jump out and block our path. He was definitely more nervous than usual, and I couldn't blame him. I was nervous too, but I was also really angry, and the anger was making me want to go faster.Jane was unusually quiet, too, just staring out the window, chewing on a gummy bear. I could tell she was thinking about what I had said, about everything being a set-up.I didn't want her to be scared, but I also needed her to understand that we had to be extra careful. This wasn't a game anymore. It felt like we were in a real-life spy movie, and the stakes were really high.Finally, we reached the road near the warehouse. It was even creepier than in the photos. The buildings were all old and rusty, with broken windows a