Login to MoboReader
Home / Romance / Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Home

Genre

Ranking

Short Stories

Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

Shirlee Melnick
Romance | Ongoing
5.0
Comment(s)
174K
View
370
Chapters

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.

Modern Romance Billionaires Divorce
Chapter 370 No.370
Today 14:20

Chapter 1 No.1

The silence in the private consultation room on the Upper East Side was not peaceful. It was heavy, pressurized, like the air before a thunderstorm that refuses to break. Vivian sat on the edge of the examination table, her knuckles white as she gripped the leather strap of her Hermès bag. The paper sheet beneath her crinkled with every shallow breath she took.

Dr. Smith entered the room. He did not smile. He was a man who had delivered half the heirs to the Manhattan elite, and he knew when a situation required celebration and when it required caution. He held a manila file in his hands, and the way he opened it, slowly, deliberately, made Vivian's stomach twist.

Vivian watched his eyes scan the ultrasound report. He frowned. It was a small movement, a tightening of the skin between his eyebrows, but to Vivian, it felt like a scream.

You are pregnant, Mrs. Sterling, Dr. Smith said.

The air left Vivian's lungs in a rush. Her hand moved instinctively to her flat stomach, covering the silk of her blouse. She had imagined this moment a thousand times. In her head, it was always accompanied by tears of joy, by Julian's hand over hers, by the promise of a future that wasn't so cold. But Julian was not here. Julian was in London, or so his schedule said.

But, Dr. Smith continued, his voice dropping an octave. "We need to discuss the viability."

Vivian froze. The joy that had sparked for a fraction of a second was instantly smothered by a cold wave of fear.

Your uterine wall is exceptionally thin, Vivian. Combined with your history of anemia and the stress markers in your blood work, this is classified as a high-risk pregnancy. Extremely high risk.

The term hung in the air between them. High risk. It sounded like a business deal, like a stock option, not a child.

Vivian nodded. She tried to speak, but her throat felt like it was filled with sand. Tears welled up in her eyes, hot and stinging, but she refused to let them fall. She was a Sterling by marriage. Sterlings did not cry in front of staff, even medical staff.

Does stress affect it? she whispered. Her voice sounded foreign to her ears, thin and fragile.

Dr. Smith took off his glasses and looked at her with a pity she hated. "Stress is the enemy right now, Vivian. I cannot emphasize this enough. You need absolute bed rest. You need calm. Any significant emotional or physical shock could trigger a miscarriage."

Vivian slid off the table. Her legs felt unsteady, like she was walking on the deck of a ship in rough waters. She took the prescription for the prenatal vitamins and the progesterone supplements.

I'll pay in cash today, Vivian said suddenly, her voice sharp. "And I want this file sealed. No insurance claims. No digital updates to the family portal. Can you do that?"

Dr. Smith looked at her, surprised, but he nodded slowly. "Of course, Vivian. Patient confidentiality is paramount."

Thank you, she said.

She walked out of the clinic and stopped at a small, independent pharmacy three blocks away. She didn't want the Sterling family pharmacist to see the prescription. She bought the vitamins and a bottle of generic antacids. In the privacy of the pharmacy bathroom, she dumped the antacids into the trash and poured the prenatal vitamins into the innocent-looking bottle. She peeled off the prescription label, leaving only the generic instructions.

She walked onto Fifth Avenue. The wind was biting, cutting through her coat, hitting her face with a rudeness that felt personal. She stood on the sidewalk, surrounded by the noise of taxis and the rush of tourists, and for the first time in her life, she felt a surge of something primal.

She looked down at her stomach. There was nothing to see, no bump, no sign of life, but she knew. There was something there. Something that was hers.

She needed to tell Julian.

The thought came to her with the force of a revelation. Their marriage had been cold lately. Frozen, actually. He had been distant, distracted, always on his phone, always traveling. But a baby changed things. A baby was a bridge. A baby was a new beginning. If he knew, he would change. He had to. He was a Sterling. Family meant everything to them.

She pulled her phone from her bag and called the family driver.

To JFK, she said, her voice trembling slightly. "International Arrivals, please."

She checked the flight tracker app on her phone as she got into the back of the black sedan. Julian's private jet was scheduled to land in forty-five minutes. He was coming home a day early. She hadn't been supposed to know, but she tracked his flights. It was the only way she knew where her husband was half the time.

The traffic on the Van Wyck Expressway was a nightmare. Red taillights stretched out like a river of blood. Vivian checked her reflection in the compact mirror. She looked pale. She pinched her cheeks, trying to force some color into her face. She practiced her smile. It looked brittle, terrified.

When the car finally pulled up to the VIP private terminal, Vivian felt a wave of nausea. She told herself it was the pregnancy. She told herself it wasn't dread.

She stood by the gate, ignoring the cold draft that swept through the automatic doors. She was the only wife waiting. Usually, assistants or drivers waited here. Wives waited at home. But Vivian wanted this to be special. She wanted to see his face when she told him.

Passengers from the flight began to exit. A few businessmen she recognized nodded at her politely. A famous actress swept past, surrounded by handlers.

Vivian scanned the crowd, her heart hammering against her ribs. She looked for his height, the sharp cut of his jaw, the way he walked like he owned the ground beneath his feet.

The crowd thinned. Then it dispersed.

Julian was not there.

Vivian checked the app again. Arrived.

She called his personal cell phone. It rang once. Then it went straight to voicemail. The mechanical voice of the operator felt like a slap.

She called Arthur, his Chief of Staff. It rang and rang until it disconnected.

Vivian stood there. The terminal was empty now, save for a janitor pushing a mop bucket. The silence was deafening. She felt a cold chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning. She realized she had been standing there for two hours.

Her phone buzzed.

It was a news alert. A Google Alert she had set up for Julian Sterling.

She opened it. It was a photo from a paparazzi agency. The timestamp was twenty minutes ago.

The photo was grainy, but clear enough. It showed Julian getting into a black SUV at the private exit-the exit used for ultra-high-profile celebrities to avoid the main VIP terminal where she was standing. He wasn't alone.

A woman was getting in before him. All Vivian could see was a silhouette, long legs, and a mass of blonde hair.

Vivian stared at the screen. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. He had avoided the main exit. He had avoided the family car. He had taken a separate vehicle, likely one arranged by his security team to ensure privacy.

The driver, who had been waiting by the family sedan, walked up to her. He looked at her phone, then at her face. He had tried to call Julian's security detail, but they had gone radio silent. His expression softened into something that looked like pity. Vivian hated it.

Mrs. Sterling? the driver said softly. "Shall we go home?"

Vivian lowered her head. Her hand moved to her stomach again, a protective shield over the secret that suddenly felt very heavy.

Yes, she whispered. "Take me home."

Continue Reading

Other books by Shirlee Melnick

More
Prison For Love, Drowning In Deceit

Prison For Love, Drowning In Deceit

Modern

5.0

I served five years in prison for my fiancé, Austin, to save the company we built together. The day I got out, I found him on a yacht, marrying a woman who looked exactly like me. He told me the position of Mrs. Alexander was still mine, but when his new bride, Eva, dragged us both into the ocean, he swam right past me to save her, leaving me to drown. He brought me to his home only to force me to serve the woman who stole my life. When she deliberately scalded my arm with hot porridge, he screamed at me. "You're an animal!" He was destroying me for a woman and a child he believed were his future. The ultimate betrayal. But then I found his medical report. Austin was sterile. The baby wasn't his.

Beyond The Billionaire's Cruel Obsession

Beyond The Billionaire's Cruel Obsession

Mafia

3.5

For five years, I was married to a man the world adored. I told myself he wasn't a monster, just incapable of love. I learned the truth when his men dragged me from a hospital bed to bake a cake for the spoiled lover he cherished more than life. He let that man, Cinnamon, carve a painting into my back with a needle. He had me thrown into a walk-in freezer when I refused to cook. He even made me crawl through a swimming pool filled with broken glass, all to appease Cinnamon's cruel whims. I finally understood. My husband wasn't incapable of love; he was just incapable of loving me. He was a monster, but only for him. The day I walked out of that pool, bleeding and broken, my love for him was dead. The next morning, I finalized our divorce and bought every billboard in the city with my last dollar. My message was simple: "I, Adelaide Atkinson, am officially divorced from Alonzo Taylor. Best wishes for his future with Mr. Cinnamon Webster."

The Jilted Wife's Brilliant New Life

The Jilted Wife's Brilliant New Life

Sci-fi

5.0

As the world burned outside our penthouse, my husband secured two tickets to the Helios Initiative-a billionaire's ark for humanity's brightest minds. I was a brilliant software architect who sacrificed my career for his, so I assumed the second ticket was mine. Instead, he asked me for a temporary divorce. He needed to legally bring his doe-eyed protégée, Katia, as his "Key Collaborator." "It's the only logical solution," he said calmly, handing me the papers. He explained that his work with her was essential for rebuilding civilization, while our marriage was mere "sentimentality." He was leaving me and my mother, who sold her home to fund his career, to die. He offered me a "fund" to be comfortable while the world ended, insisting he still loved me. The man I had built my life around was discarding me like an outdated accessory. But he made a fatal miscalculation. He forgot the billionaire funding the ark owed me a life-altering favor. My hand shook as I dialed the number I hadn't touched in ten years. "Emmett," I whispered, "I need to call in that favor."

The Surgeon's Wife: A Postmortem Love

The Surgeon's Wife: A Postmortem Love

Horror

5.0

I feel the cold first. It' s the stainless-steel table beneath me, as my soul hovers just above, watching. The man in blue scrubs, my husband Dr. Ethan Cole, picks up a scalpel. He's a surgeon, brilliant they say, but today he' s playing forensic pathologist to my dismembered body. My body is in pieces-a leg here, an arm there. My soul is hollow, devoid of anger or jealousy, as Ethan and his assistant try to piece me together. He remarks, "This is a mess. The killer was thorough. Almost… personal." His voice sends shivers down what used to be my spine, reminding me of all the times he' d used that same dismissive tone. He finds a dark splinter near my ribs, speculating about where I was held. Moments later, his phone rings, and his voice softens for Olivia Hayes, inviting her to her birthday, then turning to me with pure disgust, muttering, "Let' s get this over with." Then he finds our secret. A tiny, nascent fetus within me. His mask shatters, replaced by a choked, guttural sound of shock, horror, and something else-a child he just declared not worth his money. Clara, my best friend, calls, frantic. Ethan coldly dismisses her, claiming ignorance of my whereabouts and indifference. Olivia arrives, radiant in red, bringing him soup. As she turns, her elbow bumps a tray of instruments, and caught off guard, a flash of pure, venomous rage twists her face – a look that unmasks my killer: Olivia. My last memories flood back: Olivia, silhouetted, smiling, whispering, "He' s mine, Chloe," before raising the hammer. Now I watch her ladle soup for Ethan, realizing my death freed him, made him hers. And a foolish, broken part of me thinks, 'Maybe it' s for the best. If my death makes him happy, then let him be happy.' But then Olivia answers Clara' s call, and, with a cruel smirk, lies, framing me as an unfaithful wife who ran off with "Ryan something." Just before Ethan rushes off, claiming a work emergency, I see him make a furtive call to Detective Ryan O' Malley, telling him to ping my real phone. And just as Olivia confidently shoves something into her bag after he leaves, it slips out: my phone, with its cracked screen and cat charm. I know exactly where Ethan is going now-to find my phone at Olivia' s other apartment-and the labyrinth of lies begins to unravel.

Betrayal's Cycle: A Love Forged

Betrayal's Cycle: A Love Forged

Romance

5.0

My job was to predict disasters, and the data screamed: "Massive avalanche coming for Crestwood." It was a statistical certainty, a one-in-a-hundred-year event aimed right at my girlfriend Chloe' s hometown, the place she desperately wanted to go for our anniversary. I tried to warn her, but she scoffed, dismissing my professional analysis as "dramatic" and a pathetic attempt to "control everything." "You always do this," she snapped. "If you're going to be like this, I'll just go with Chad. I'm sure he'd love a ski trip." Then, a bizarre pop-up seared onto my screen, a warning from seemingly nowhere: it claimed Chloe and my best friend, Chad, had betrayed me across multiple past lives-as a general, a merchant, a researcher-each cycle ending in my ruin. It felt insane, a stress-induced delusion, yet the phantom ache of betrayal was horrifyingly real. I was desperate to save her and her family, but her dismissiveness and Chad's smug presence fueled a chilling realization: this wasn't just about a snow slide. This was a pattern, a cycle of betrayal, and I had to break it, no matter the cost, even if it meant she would hate me for it.

Reborn at Thirty: His Ultimate Regret

Reborn at Thirty: His Ultimate Regret

Romance

5.0

The piercing beep of the carbon monoxide detector was the last sound I heard on Christmas Eve, my thirtieth birthday. Then, a searing pain, and I gasped awake, not in my cold, dark apartment, but in a sterile, bright hospital room, giving birth. I was twenty-five again, watching Liam, my charismatic husband, and his perfectly coiffed mother, Brenda, barely acknowledge our newborn son, Leo. I remembered my first life: Liam' s growing indifference, sacrificing my culinary dreams for a love that was never returned, watching my son embrace another woman. The pain of that life, more real than the lingering ache of childbirth, burned in my gut: I vowed I would not live that life again. When Chloe, the woman Liam had left me for, showed up at our door, ostensibly as a "colleague," and I overheard Liam confessing that I was nothing more than "the next best thing," "a substitute." My heart shattered, but this time, it forged ice. When Liam sabotaged my return to the culinary world, taking the restaurant opportunity I had secured and handing it to Chloe, then poaching my entire team, all to publicly humiliate me. The numbness shattered, replaced by a white-hot, furious clarity: This was war. I walked into his office, saw Chloe perched on his desk, and told him, "Liam, I want a divorce." He followed me to Paris, trying to reclaim me, but I refused, winning the culinary competition he' d tried to sabotage. I knew, with sickening certainty, that he had lost the best part of himself. I built my own kingdom, and the future was a blank page, and for the first time, I was the one holding the pen.

You'll also like

Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Ariela Lomeli
4.2

After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."

Brilliance Unmasked: The Cold-Blooded Tycoon Wants His Vengeful Queen

Brilliance Unmasked: The Cold-Blooded Tycoon Wants His Vengeful Queen

Renard Jendrock
4.9

Arabella, a state-trained prodigy, won freedom after seven brutal years. Back home, she found her aunt basking in her late parents' mansion while her twin sister scrounged for scraps. Fury ignited her genius. She gutted the aunt's business overnight and enrolled in her sister's school, crushing the bullies. When cynics sneered at her "plain background," a prestigious family claimed her and the national lab hailed her. Reporters swarmed, influencers swooned, and jealous rivals watched their fortunes crumble. Even Asher-the rumored ruthless magnate-softened, murmuring, "Fixed your mess-now be mine."

She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart

She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart

Krishnah Wagner
4.6

After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary-but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.

Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine

Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine

Fairlie Genin
4.5

Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, "Do you think you deserve it?" Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, "Marry me?"

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

Michael Tretter
4.6

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

Free At Last, Untouchable Now

Free At Last, Untouchable Now

Cora Wells
5.0

For three years, Natalie gave everything to be the perfect wife and mother, believing her love and effort could finally earn her a place in their hearts. Yet her sacrifices were met with betrayal from her husband and cold rejection from her son. In their eyes, she was nothing but a manipulator, using vulnerability to get her way. Her husband turned his back, her son misunderstood her, and she never truly belonged. Heartbroken yet determined, Natalie left her old life behind. When her family finally begged for a second chance, she looked at them and said, "It's too late."

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book
Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
1

Chapter 1 No.1

05/12/2025

2

Chapter 2 No.2

05/12/2025

3

Chapter 3 No.3

05/12/2025

4

Chapter 4 No.4

05/12/2025

5

Chapter 5 No.5

05/12/2025

6

Chapter 6 No.6

05/12/2025

7

Chapter 7 No.7

05/12/2025

8

Chapter 8 No.8

05/12/2025

9

Chapter 9 No.9

05/12/2025

10

Chapter 10 No.10

05/12/2025

11

Chapter 11 No.11

05/12/2025

12

Chapter 12 No.12

05/12/2025

13

Chapter 13 No.13

05/12/2025

14

Chapter 14 No.14

05/12/2025

15

Chapter 15 No.15

05/12/2025

16

Chapter 16 No.16

05/12/2025

17

Chapter 17 No.17

05/12/2025

18

Chapter 18 No.18

05/12/2025

19

Chapter 19 No.19

05/12/2025

20

Chapter 20 No.20

05/12/2025

21

Chapter 21 No.21

05/12/2025

22

Chapter 22 No.22

05/12/2025

23

Chapter 23 No.23

05/12/2025

24

Chapter 24 No.24

05/12/2025

25

Chapter 25 No.25

05/12/2025

26

Chapter 26 No.26

05/12/2025

27

Chapter 27 No.27

05/12/2025

28

Chapter 28 No.28

05/12/2025

29

Chapter 29 No.29

05/12/2025

30

Chapter 30 No.30

05/12/2025

31

Chapter 31 No.31

05/12/2025

32

Chapter 32 No.32

05/12/2025

33

Chapter 33 No.33

05/12/2025

34

Chapter 34 No.34

05/12/2025

35

Chapter 35 No.35

05/12/2025

36

Chapter 36 No.36

05/12/2025

37

Chapter 37 No.37

05/12/2025

38

Chapter 38 No.38

05/12/2025

39

Chapter 39 No.39

05/12/2025

40

Chapter 40 No.40

05/12/2025