Divorced And Pregnant: The Billionaire's Hidden Heir

Chapter 5 The Forged Evidence

Word Count: 744 | Released on: 10/06/2026

a violent roll of nausea. She barely made it to the bathroom bef

he knew she couldn't live with th

nearest CVS. Her hands trembled as she paid for two different brands o

h tight, focused precision. The few minutes of waiting stretched like h

t test. Two pink lines

ed the second one. The digita

erate, last-ditch fabrication, had

rashed over it. Harrison's voice echoed in her head, cold and cruel. I w

through. This wasn't a lie anymore. It was real. It wa

n his study. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Eleanor walked to

sharp, impatient, cut

king in a fortress. When he saw it was her, his

it now?"

e two positive pregnancy tests on the gleaming surface

ted building in his eyes. The color pulled back from his face, leaving a tight, f

open a desk drawer and threw a file folde

?" His voice shook w

ive private hospital. Her name was at the top. Her eyes scanned the page until they hit the

by a Dr. Price. A na

king her head. "I've never been to that

't. I had Dr. Price come to the house last night. He drew your blood while you

ft her speechless. Blood drawn while she slept? It

utched in her hand. "Then what

sket beside his desk. "Cheap tricks from a drugstore. You can buy a hundred of them. Do yo

ed room. His voice dropped low and venomous. "The lengths you

er completely. She had no way to fight this. He had an answer for everythin

urious face into a twisted mask. She was telli

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Divorced And Pregnant: The Billionaire's Hidden Heir

Mischa Taube Modern

“I married billionaire Harrison Sterling to fulfill a dying grandmother's wish, but to him, I was nothing but a scheming leech. When my grandfather needed emergency surgery, I swallowed my pride and begged my husband for the money. Instead of helping, he humiliated me in front of his mistress, forced me into his bed, and then threw $250,000 at me as "severance." "Take the money, sign the divorce papers, and disappear from my life." I took the blood money, left his mansion without a backward glance, and paid for my grandfather's surgery. But my brief taste of freedom was shattered by a frantic call from my abusive mother. My brother, locked in prison because Harrison believed he killed his ex-fiancée, had been brutally beaten. "If you don't make Harrison save him, I'll go to the press and ruin you both!" I was trapped between a toxic family and a husband who wanted me ruined. Harrison hated me to his core. He had no idea that years ago, I was the teenage girl who dove into a freezing riptide to save him from drowning. With my phone blocked and his security ordered to throw me out on the street, I had no official way to reach him. So, I stole a caterer's apron, tied my hair back, and sneaked into the heavily guarded Sterling Tower. This time, I wasn't going to beg.”