The Night I Left Him, I Was Carrying His heir

Chapter 4

Word Count: 712 | Released on: 13/07/2026

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been written off as a mild panic attack-nothing serious. The baby was

study, pushed open

wore a black silk slip dress, short enough to be deliberate, low enough to be a

al." Her tone was light, like she was greeting a roommate who'd co

e moved past her toward the desk. But th

ou did today." H

" She walked over to him, set the wineglass in his hand

e'd pressed into his palm. "S

the truth, she wouldn't be a white moonlight-she'd b

eyes stayed on her face. She wasn't

esting me

She corrected him. "Res

t real. Then he reached out,

e a lot

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breath ghosted over her lips. "Then

ooked a hand be

study, moved through the ha

r stomach, chin propped on her hands, studying h

her. "Is that a complimen

he judge." She kept her fa

not hard, the way you'd scold a cat that wasn't li

er waist. Her voice turned serious.

stilled o

ter that, I go. Divorce signed. Kid's mine. You go back to being a high-finance lone

t. Then he got up, walked to the desk, pulled ope

n th

rty settlement agreemen

crossed. "First, sign this. If we divorce, yo

o pages and looked up. "Did

ctly c

toward him, one finger pressing into his chest, "that I don't need your money

it. "What makes you so su

fted her chin. "If you really didn'

nt. Then he let her finger g

aper. Think

he called after him. "I'll

folded it into a paper airplane, and tossed it onto

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The Night I Left Him, I Was Carrying His heir

Jenn Curlin Romance

“Seraphina's plan was simple and clinical: get pregnant with her absent billionaire husband's superior DNA, then finalize the divorce for a clean break. But after six months of a cold, empty marriage, Julian Sinclair suddenly returned. He didn't come back to sign the papers-he brought his pregnant mistress, Isabelle, with him. In a high-end boutique, Isabelle staged a dramatic fall, faking a miscarriage and pointing a trembling finger at Seraphina. "She pushed me, Julian! She tried to kill our baby!" Julian publicly sided with his mistress, looking at his wife with cold disgust before carrying Isabelle to the hospital. Yet, when Seraphina later offered to walk away and leave him to his freedom, his eyes turned into chips of ice. "Sinclairs don't get divorced," he whispered, caging her against the bedroom wall. "They become widowers." Seraphina was left trembling in pure terror and confusion. He clearly loved Isabelle and punished Seraphina like a disposable pawn, so why trap her in this loveless nightmare? Why hold onto her with such violent, suffocating possessiveness when he already had what he wanted? Pushed to the brink of despair, she got blackout drunk at a local lounge, loudly declaring she was going to steal his DNA and run. But before she could escape into the night with the help of another man, the heavy steel doors blew open. Julian stood there, a furious monster stepping out of the shadows to violently reclaim his wife, proving that her fight for freedom had only just ignited his darkest obsession.”