Chasing His Pregnant Love
BillionaireChasing His Pregnant Love
Billionaire
I tricked my billionaire husband into signing divorce papers—he had no idea. `Exam documents,` I lied. His ex-wife smirked. `Boring paperwork. Don't bother reading it.` He signed without a glance. Three years. I thought he'd learn to love me. But ever since she came back, my dinners went cold, my bed stayed empty, and he ran to her with every call. Then I found out I was pregnant. That same day, at the hospital, I saw him holding her hand—asking about her baby. She was pregnant too. But only one of us mattered to him. I'm done being her stand-in. I packed one suitcase and vanished. When he finally read those papers, he turned the city upside down searching for me. Too late. His wife is already a ghost—carrying his twins somewhere he'll never find.
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I tricked my billionaire husband into signing divorce papers—he had no idea. `Exam documents,` I lied. His ex-wife smirked. `Boring paperwork. Don't bother reading it.` He signed without a glance. Three years. I thought he'd learn to love me. But ever since she came back, my dinners went cold, my bed stayed empty, and he ran to her with every call. Then I found out I was pregnant. That same day, at the hospital, I saw him holding her hand—asking about her baby. She was pregnant too. But only one of us mattered to him. I'm done being her stand-in. I packed one suitcase and vanished. When he finally read those papers, he turned the city upside down searching for me. Too late. His wife is already a ghost—carrying his twins somewhere he'll never find.
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I tricked my billionaire husband into signing divorce papers—he had no idea. `Exam documents,` I lied. His ex-wife smirked. `Boring paperwork. Don't bother reading it.` He signed without a glance. Three years. I thought he'd learn to love me. But ever since she came back, my dinners went cold, my bed stayed empty, and he ran to her with every call. Then I found out I was pregnant. That same day, at the hospital, I saw him holding her hand—asking about her baby. She was pregnant too. But only one of us mattered to him. I'm done being her stand-in. I packed one suitcase and vanished. When he finally read those papers, he turned the city upside down searching for me. Too late. His wife is already a ghost—carrying his twins somewhere he'll never find.
