Pregnant And Divorced: The Prodigy's Return

Author: Big Kahuna

Chapter 1

Word Count: 823 | Released on: Today at 17:53

ad a two-year-old

e freezing, dimly lit mourning hall. It was the height of sum

ian's "official" public girlfriend and th

Chloe sat beside them, her coy laughter echoing in the background. They looked exactly

hryn, was now entirely softened. He was smiling at the boy-a look of pure, unadul

exact same ice-blue eyes a

Just as she pressed her thumb down t

ge Re

Paternity Test Report. The bold letters at the bottom screamed at her: The

lly were fat

: "Oops, sent to the wrong person. Please

ater-Messa

't understand why Chloe was playing these pathetic psycholog

her's portrait, her hear

ret. He had only started sharing a bed with her this past month. How utte

acquisition." So, his "critical business" was playing the doting father in the park. Even af

to ash. With Mom gone, this grotesque t

she tried to stand, her vision wen

g, muscular arm wrapped tightly around her w

ref

d met a gaze she hadn't seen in three y

down at her, his dark eyes swirling with com

ly. "Why didn't you wait for me, Katie? I told you

back. "I'm already married. And I've neve

andsome face. "Julian Carlisle has never publicly acknow

dly shocked. "How did

was strictly

at kind of money," Alistair said, his voice dropping an octave. "And she was staying in

sted sigh. "It's true. I sold

t a divorce, I have the best lawyers. Three years ago, you secretly injected three million in

the family. He had protected her fiercely since childhood and conf

e your lawyers draft the papers. If he agrees, we

ing as her pillar through the re

, her elderly Grandmother approac

and. You are a married woman now; it's an absolute disgrace if he doesn't show his

en, staring at the

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Pregnant And Divorced: The Prodigy's Return

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“After three years of a contract marriage, I thought I was just waiting for my supposedly terminally ill husband to pass away so I could finally get my freedom back. But an anonymous video shattered that peace. He wasn't dying at all; he was perfectly healthy and secretly raising a toddler with his glamorous mistress. On the exact anniversary of my mother's funeral, he lit up the city sky with a thousand drones to celebrate his mistress's birthday. When I packed my bags and handed him the DNA report to demand a divorce, he coldly refused. He violently dragged me into his car, only to kick me out on a desolate highway in the freezing night. "You married me for money. You should have the self-awareness of a commodity." I had sacrificed my youth and dignity to play his invisible caretaker, only to be treated like a pathetic joke. The shallow ties of our transaction were completely gone, leaving nothing but pure, physical disgust. I didn't shed a single tear in the cold wind. Instead, I blocked his entire family, dusted off my MIT degree, and accepted a Technical Director position at a rising tech firm. The next time we met, he was the arrogant lead investor trying to use his power to humiliate me in front of his mistress. I calmly pulled up my groundbreaking architectural proposal, securing the entire board's absolute loyalty, and looked right through him. "Mr. Carlisle, if you don't understand the technology, you can take your money and leave."”