Divorced And Pregnant: My Beautiful Escape

Chapter 6

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hine at the end of the hall. A sudden craving for something sweet,

to the machine, her phone began to v

ew York landline. He was getting creative. It

e dripping with acid before the

ne more time, I'm getting a restraining order. Go t

of the line. It stretched for five long secon

us and utterly bewildered, cut

ace. She would know that voice anywhere. It

he stammered, mortified. "I am so, so sorry. I thought

me sharp, analytical. She had smelled trouble. "A

hedged, trying to regain her compo

oice leaving no room for argument. "Pack a

mother needs me. The wee

iver is already on his way to you. He will be outside the

ne wen

herine. She went back to her mother's room, gave a vague excuse about a family emergen

etly at the curb. A driver in a crisp unif

ng estates of Long Island's elite. The car turned onto a long, private drive, winding through acres of meticulou

, her gaze sweeping over the familiar facade. But she was not the same woman who had last walked through those d

stood with a glass of bourbon, watching the car a

ed. She was in a simple trench coat and jeans, her hair pulled back in a loose, unstudied knot. There was a new se

ightened arou

s the distance. There was no pain in them, no love, no pleading.

ning her back on him and walking

ack the rest of his bourbon, the liquor burning a path down his th

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Divorced And Pregnant: My Beautiful Escape

Eileen Modern

“Amelia sat on the sofa with her pregnancy report, waiting to share the miraculous news with her husband. But Hunter returned smelling of floral perfume and crimson lipstick, coldly demanding an early end to their marriage contract. "Audra's back in New York," he stated flatly. When Amelia desperately held up the hospital document, Hunter laughed, violently tearing it to pieces and throwing the crumpled ball at her face. He accused her of forging the papers for a bigger payout, warning her that even if the child were his, he would force her to abort it. Minutes later, his phone rang. Audra was on the line, crying that she was pregnant. Hunter's merciless face instantly melted into overwhelming joy, and he softly promised his ex the perfect family she deserved. Watching him cherish another woman's pregnancy while threatening the life of their own child, the twelve years Amelia had loved him turned into a sickening joke. The man standing before her wasn't her husband; he was a monster. Her heart completely dead, Amelia calmly interrupted his tender phone call. "I agree to the divorce, and I'll leave with nothing." The next morning, she signed the papers without hesitation, rejected his fifty-million-dollar severance check, and walked out of his penthouse. While Hunter waged war against his own family to protect a mistress's lies, Amelia touched her flat stomach and prepared to disappear from his life forever.”