All Chapters of Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CARLOS’ POVThe moment I step onto the balcony, I see her. Emily.She’s sitting on a lounge chair. The golden rays of the sunset highlights her beautiful face. Her long hair falls over her shoulders, catching the light in a way that makes my chest tighten. There’s something about her—an effortless beauty, a quiet strength—that I can’t ignore. My fingers twitch at my sides. I feel a foreign warmth spreading through me. I push it down, forcing my face into its usual neutral expression.Clearing my throat, I step forward. “Emily.”She barely acknowledges me. She tilts her glass slightly, swirling the juice inside before bringing it to her lips. Her eyes move toward me for the briefest moment before looking away.She’s upset.I can tell.I hesitate. The tension between us is thick, but I press on.“I wanted to apologize for what happened before.” I say “But I also need you to be more understanding toward Lina.”At this, she stiffens. Her fingers tighten around her glass, and when she fina

CARLOS’ POVI leave the hospital with a storm raging inside me. My hands grip the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white, and my jaw aches from clenching it too hard. Lina had been quiet—too quiet. She had smiled at me, told me she was fine, but I knew better. I saw the way her hands trembled when she thought I wasn’t looking, the way she avoided my eyes like she was hiding something.Lina is one of the happiest and most people I know. For Lina to even think of or consider committing suicide, someone must have put her in severe distress. And I know exactly who’s to blame.Emily.The name alone fuels the fire burning in my chest. I don’t know exactly what was said between them, but I know Emily. She wasn’t comfortable with Lina staying in the house from day one. Emily can be ruthless when she wants to be. And Lina… Lina is tough, but she’s also got a heart too soft for this kind of treatment. She just wants everyone to be happy. Emily must have said something to her for Lina

EMILY’S POVThe moment my eyes open, I know something is wrong. My body feels like it’s been weighed down by bricks. Every muscle inside me aches as if I’d run a marathon in my sleep. A feverish heat spreads through me, making the sheets feel hot against my skin. My throat is dry, and when I try to sit up, a wave of dizziness crashes over me, forcing me to grip the edge of the bed for stability.No. Not today.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to force the nausea away, but my stomach twists violently. My hand instinctively clutches my abdomen. The baby. Is everything okay? A feeling of worry grips my heart, but I force myself to take a slow breath. I can’t panic—not now.I just need to get through this morning, wait for Carlos to leave, and then I’ll go to the hospital.I have to make sure my baby is alright.Another wave of sickness rises, and I barely have time to grab the trash can before I’m throwing up inside it. My entire body shakes as I clutch the rim. My throat burns, and tears

EMILY’S POVThe next morning, I wake up to an empty bed.For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, letting the warmth of the sheets remind me of last night—of Carlos. But he's gone now, as if he was never here at all. The space beside me is cold, and I sigh.I sit up slowly, stretching my limbs before my hand instinctively moves to my stomach. I can’t help but smile as I rub the small curve where my baby grows."Good morning, my love," I whisper. As if responding to me, I feel a tiny movement against my hand, and I gasp, laughing softly. "You’re up early today. Just like your daddy..." My voice falters at that last part, and my heart clenches painfully.Carlos.I love him. I love him more than I can even begin to describe. But I can't keep doing this to myself. Last night was a moment of weakness, a moment where I allowed myself to pretend, just for a little while, that things were different. That he still belonged to me. But the truth is, he doesn't. He loves someone e

EMILY’S POVI stand in front of the courthouse. Carlos and I finally decided to get the divorce today. I glance at my watch for the third time in the past five minutes.Carlos is late.I let out a slow breath, trying to ignore the dull ache in my chest. He isn’t the type to be late—not for something this important. Our divorce signing was supposed to be a clean, professional exchange, just ink on paper before we walked away from each other for good.But he isn’t here.I pull my phone from my coat pocket and dial his number. The call rings once, twice, three times.No answer.I try again.Still nothing.A pit forms in my stomach. Carlos may have been many things during our marriage—distant, impossible to read—but unreliable was never one of them. He wouldn’t just forget. He wouldn’t just disappear.I shake my head, pushing the thoughts aside as I scroll through my contacts and press the number of the next best person to give me an answer.Sarah.“Good morning, Miss Emily,” she says.“