Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 237

Wiona’s sleep was restless and full of shadows. She had a nightmare that left her trembling. In it, Jace found out the truth. He dragged her onto an operating table, holding her down with a cold grip. “How dare you get pregnant with another man’s children?”

His voice was sharp and accusing. “As long as we aren’t officially divorced, you’re still my wife.” His gaze was icy. “You’re not keeping these babies.”

He didn’t hesitate. He reached for a scalpel and aimed it at her stomach, ready to strike. But just before the pain hit, someone stepped in. A hand grabbed her, pulling her up from the table, and suddenly she was running for her life. The escape was desperate and wild. Wiona clung to the stranger’s hand, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t see their face.

“Wiona, stop!” Jace’s voice chased her down the hallway, each word echoing in her ears. She ran faster, one hand on her belly, breath coming in short gasps. “Where do you think you’re going, waddling like that?”

She whispered softly to her babies, “Hold on tight to Mommy, okay?” They listened. She sprinted down the corridor, feeling no pain, just determination. But as she reached the stairs, the person guiding her suddenly let go.

“The children inside you can’t stay,” the stranger said.

Wiona lost her balance and fell down the stairs. Blood soaked through her clothes. She looked down, horrified, as two tiny, bloody bundles slipped from her body, still gripping a length of umbilical cord. They had listened to her, but she hadn’t been able to save them.

She looked up, her heart raging, and finally saw who had let her go. This time, there was no mistaking his face. It was Conrad. In that moment, cold terror swept through her. She screamed, scrambled to her feet, and launched herself at him, crashing both of them through a window and into the darkness.

Her own scream jolted her awake. She lay there, soaked in sweat, heart pounding. A knock sounded at her door. “Ms. Morgan, Mr. Sullivan is awake.”

She took a shaky breath. “Alright, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Wiona dragged herself out of bed and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the chill of the nightmare. But the images wouldn’t leave her alone. She caught sight of herself in the mirror, her belly unmistakably round now. She touched it gently, thinking of the dream, of those two tiny shapes holding on, and her heart twisted in agony. Her feelings tangled together, relief and fear and longing all at once.

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