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Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir

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Chapter 1 No.

Word Count: 1326    |    Released on: 05/12/2025

air before a thunderstorm that refuses to break. Vivian sat on the edge of the examination table, her knuckles white as

hattan elite, and he knew when a situation required celebration and when it required caution. He held

owned. It was a small movement, a tightening of the skin

, Mrs. Sterling,

e had imagined this moment a thousand times. In her head, it was always accompanied by tears of joy, by Julian's hand over h

voice dropping an octave. "We

d for a fraction of a second was inst

our history of anemia and the stress markers in your blood work,

High risk. It sounded like a business

ears welled up in her eyes, hot and stinging, but she refused to let them fall. She wa

pered. Her voice sounded foreig

enemy right now, Vivian. I cannot emphasize this enough. You need absolute bed rest.

alking on the deck of a ship in rough waters. She took the prescr

harp. "And I want this file sealed. No insurance claims.

t he nodded slowly. "Of course, Vivian

you, s

e prescription. She bought the vitamins and a bottle of generic antacids. In the privacy of the pharmacy bathroom, she dumped the antacids into the t

th a rudeness that felt personal. She stood on the sidewalk, surrounded by the noise of taxis an

to see, no bump, no sign of life, but she knew.

ed to te

d been distant, distracted, always on his phone, always traveling. But a baby changed things. A baby was a bridge. A

from her bag and call

trembling slightly. "Inter

ate jet was scheduled to land in forty-five minutes. He was coming home a day early. She hadn't been suppo

f blood. Vivian checked her reflection in the compact mirror. She looked pale. She pinched her chee

inal, Vivian felt a wave of nausea. She told herself i

e was the only wife waiting. Usually, assistants or drivers waited here. Wives waited at

sinessmen she recognized nodded at her politely. A

ibs. She looked for his height, the sharp cut of his jaw, t

inned. Then

was not

ed the app a

ce. Then it went straight to voicemail. The me

ef of Staff. It rang and r

bucket. The silence was deafening. She felt a cold chill that had nothing to do w

hone

Google Alert she had se

from a paparazzi agency. The t

ack SUV at the private exit-the exit used for ultra-high-profile celebriti

l Vivian could see was a silhouette,

avoided the main exit. He had avoided the family car. He had taken a sep

hone, then at her face. He had tried to call Julian's security detail, but they had gone r

driver said softly.

her stomach again, a protective shield ov

ispered. "T

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Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
“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.”