All Chapters of Pregnant and Divorced: My Ex Husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EMILY’S POVI stood frozen in the doorway. My heart is pounding so violently I could feel it in my throat. My breath came in shallow gasps as I took in the scene before me. Carlos and Lina. Together. In bed. Tangled in each other’s arms like they had all the time in the world.A I had been waiting for him all day, watching the clock tick by second after agonizing second. Today was supposed to be the end—the day we finally signed the divorce papers, the day I closed this chapter of my life and moved forward. And yet, here he was, tangled in silk sheets with the very woman he was leaving me for.Alexander, standing beside me, murmured something. I could hear the disbelief in his voice, but I couldn’t turn to look at him. My eyes were glued to Carlos, to the way he lay so peacefully.How could he sleep so soundly after what he had done?Rage spread through me like wildfire. My hands clenched into fists at my sides. I could feel my body trembling with the anger I felt. I turned to Alexand

EMILY'S POVThe moment I step out of the hotel, I can’t help the tears that fall from my eyes. My heels click angrily against the pavement as I march away, blinded by tears. My breath shudders with the weight of my emotions. My hands shake as I clutch my purse.The world is spinning.Carlos delayed our divorce hearing once again. Why? Because of Lina. The hold that woman has on him makes me jealous."Emily!" Alexander's voice echoes behind me. I can hear the sound of his footsteps as he struggles to catch up with me "Wait!"I don’t stop. I can’t. If I do, I’ll fall apart, and I refuse to let anyone—especially him—see me this way. But my legs betray me. out of my control, my legs slow down because deep down, I want someone to stop me. To tell me I’m not crazy. That I’m not overreacting. That I matter.Footsteps pound behind me, quicker, stronger, until Alexander finally catches up. His hand closes gently around my wrist. I jerk away instinctively, but he doesn’t let go completely, just

EMILY’S POVThis is it. No more delays, no more second-guessing. We have dragged this out long enough. Today, I am going to finalize my divorce and close this painful chapter of my life.“Emily,” his voice comes through the receiver, hesitant. “I—”“We need to finalize the divorce,” I cut him off before he can start with any pleasantries or excuses. “No more games, Carlos. It’s time.”There is a pause, then a sigh. “I know,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the court the other day. I—”“It doesn’t matter.” My voice is firm. “We’ve delayed this long enough. I just want this to be over.”Carlos exhales deeply, and for a moment, there is nothing but silence between us. I hear the faint rustling of papers in the background, as if he is searching for something—perhaps an excuse, another reason to put this off. But I am not going to let him.“Emily… are you sure this is what you want?” His voice is softer now. “Like, right now?”My grip on the phone tightens. “Yes.”“Separate

CARLOS' POVThe world spins when I first open my eyes. My head pounds like someone is slamming a hammer against my skull. My throat is dry, and the bitter taste of regret lingers in my mouth. The fluorescent lights above make me wince, and when I shift, a dull ache spreads through my stomach.The last thing I remember is throwing up on a pavement before everything goes black.I groan softly, bringing a hand to my face. My whole body feels like it has been wrung out and left to dry. Then, I hear a voice—soft, but filled with frustration."You're awake."Emily stands at the side of my hospital bed, arms crossed. Her lips are pressed together, and her eyes—God, her eyes hold so much emotion. Concern, exhaustion, and something else I can't quite place.I manage a weak smirk, though it probably looks more like a grimace. "Hey, angel. You here to scold me?"Emily sighs, shaking her head. "Carlos, you drank yourself into a hospital bed. What were you thinking?"I shrug, regretting it instant

CARLOS’ POVThe hospital room is suffocating. White walls. The beeping of machines. The stale scent of antiseptic. I’ve been stuck here for almost a day and no matter how much I try to block it out, one thought refuses to leave me alone. Emily.It’s pathetic how much space she takes up in my head. I tell myself I shouldn’t care. That she’s moving on. That we were never supposed to be anything more than a contract. But every time I close my eyes, she’s there. Her smile. Her laugh. The way she used to look at me like I was her entire world.And now? She looks at me like I’m a stranger. Like I don’t matter anymore.I rake a hand through my hair. I can feel the frustration burning through me. Why did I ever ask for that damn divorce? It made sense at the time. I was in love with Lina. I still am, right? Right?Oh Emily. Our marriage was never supposed to be real. But somewhere along the way, she became real to me.And now I’m losing her.I laugh bitterly, I never even realized I cared abo