All Chapters of Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EMILY’S POVThe warmth surrounding me feels so familiar, so safe, that for a moment, I forget where I am. I blink my eyes open, only to find myself nestled in Carlos’s arms. His scent lingers around me. My heart clenches painfully as I realize how close we are. His breath fans over my forehead and his body is warm against mine. His strong arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me in place as if he never wants to let me go.I swallow hard and slowly tilt my head up, only to find him staring at me. There’s something in his gaze, something unreadable yet so tender that it takes my breath away. It reminds me of the past—of mornings when we’d wake up tangled together.How long has he been staring at me? and why is he?"Good morning," he murmurs. His voice is deep and husky from sleep. The sound wraps around me like silk. His voice alone sends shivers down my spine. It stirs up emotions I wish I could ignore.For a second, I allow myself to bask in the illusion that we’re still us, that we

EMILY’S POVCarlos hasn’t been home since he walked out the door. It’s been three days.Three days.No calls. No messages. Nothing from him.What do I expect anyway? Why am I so surprised? He’s with the love of his life.I look at myself in the mirror. Tonight, Carlos and I are supposed to attend a special banquet. It’s an important event for his company. Since he’s not around, I have to go alone.I’m dressed in a black evening dress that hugs my curves. There’s a high slit on my left, high enough to reach my thigh. I pair the dress with a pair of red heels. My jewelry sparkles against the lights and my make up is flawless.Even though I’m dying inside, it doesn’t mean I should look it. luckily, I’m not showing yet. Nobody will be able to tell I’m pregnant.After making sure I look perfect, I make my way to the car where my driver is waiting. In silence, he drives us to the location.The moment I step out of the car, the blinding flash of cameras explodes in my face. My fingers tighten

EMILY’S POVWhen I wake up the next morning, Carlos is nowhere to be found. Again. The cold emptiness of the apartment makes me sad.I sigh, rubbing my temples as I sit at the kitchen table. My fingers absently trace patterns on the wooden surface. My mind keeps drifting back to last night. Not just Carlos storming off ,but also Alexander—the man who, despite everything, had stepped in at the banquet and taken a hit for me.Carlos broke his nose. And now, I can’t help but wonder how he’s doing.I pull out my phone and call Bridget, my friend who was also at the banquet. It rings a few times before she answers.“Emily?” Her voice is laced with curiosity. “What’s up?”“Hey, Bridget. I know this is random, but do you know Alexander?”“Alexander Hamilton? The one your husband beat up last night. What went wrong?”I sigh “It’s a long story. Do you know how he’s doing?”“I heard he was taken to the hospital”My eyes widen in surprise. Poor guy.“Which hospital?” I ask.“I heard he’s at St.

EMILY’S POVThe moment Carlos leaves, an unbearable silence settles in the room. Lina turns to me. her lips curl into a smirk that sends a shiver down my spine. There is something triumphant in her gaze, as if she has been waiting for this moment."You poor thing," she sighs, tilting her head as she looks at me. "I almost feel bad for you. Almost."I narrow my eyes at her "What are you talking about, Lina?"She steps closer, lowering her voice. "Carlos and I... we were meant to be together. You do know that, don't you?" Her words drip with false sympathy, and my stomach knots painfully. "If it weren’t for his family—your grandmother, to be precise—he would’ve never married you."My breath catches in my throat. "That’s a lie."She chuckles. "Is it? Let me enlighten you, Emily. Years ago, I was forced to leave Carlos. Not because he wanted me to go, but because his family demanded it. I was sick. Weak. And they thought I wasn’t good enough for him. They threatened me, threatened my fam

EMILY’S POVThe car ride to Carlos’ family dinner is surprisingly peaceful.Carlos keeps stealing glances at me as he drives. I notice his hand gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. I pretend not to notice, staring out of the window as the trees blur past. It’s the first time in a long while that we aren’t at each other’s throats, and part of me hates how nice it feels.When we arrive at his parents' house, Carlos is quick to open the door for me. His hand lingers on the small of my back as we walk up the driveway. I stiffen at his touch, but he doesn’t move away.The house smells like roasted meat and spices. When we get in, Carlos’s parents greet me with tight hugs. His mother holds me a little longer than necessary.“Mi hija,” she whispers. “It’s good to see you.”Carlos’s older brother, Mateo, gives me an easy grin, always the charmer. He hugs me briefly, patting me on the back “Emily, you look good. It’s been too long.”I force a smile, even as I feel Carlos’s hand tw