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Carrying His Heir After The Divorce

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 718    |    Released on: 03/08/2026

nt hum. When she finally started the engine, something inside

tate, she drove straight to "A

for a boutique hotel was being threatened. The contractor they'd

tation and, with the threat of a massive

ear, his expression haggard. He was her partner, the one person w

s he hung up. "Foster isn't taking my calls. Their lawyer'

trying to pin all the blame on us so he ca

... it has investment backing from the Whita

"Colton, I'm not with him anymore." She didn't say the

s concern genuine. "I just... I can'

held a warmth she hadn't

ntact our lawyer. Prepare for a fight. And gather every de

eiling window of his CEO office. He'd just finished a video conference an

. He'd acquired the property years ago. He knew

ion for a bored wife. In two years

he saw a familiar Porsche Tayca

row. Wasn't she supposed to

her emerge from the buil

r. A playboy who coasted on his family's name i

f earnest concern. He reached out, as if to touch

over Kara's shoulders. She was only wearing a thin cashm

t, then she gave him a small, ti

mate. Protective. The man's tenderness, the woman's smile.

around his coffee mug. H

iquid sloshing over the rim,

a raw, unfamiliar fire roaring to life in

the divorce so easily. She alrea

again. The words now

o Colton. She handed the jacket back

k, watching until her car w

cracking against the marble. He jabbed the button o

EO of Foster Construc

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Carrying His Heir After The Divorce
Carrying His Heir After The Divorce
“After two years of a cold, loveless marriage, Kara signed the divorce papers without shedding a single tear. Her only condition to her billionaire husband, Julian, was simple: "After this, we never see each other again." But fate played a cruel joke. On the exact same day she agreed to the divorce, she found out she was pregnant with his child. Meanwhile, Julian was at the hospital, tenderly caring for his recently awakened first love, Seraphina, already planning their grand wedding. When severe morning sickness made Kara vomit outside Seraphina's hospital room, Julian's eyes burned with contempt. "Have you made enough of a scene?" he hissed, comforting his crying mistress. Later, when he caught Kara violently throwing up at home, he cornered her with a cold, knowing sneer. "Are you pretending to be pregnant to delay the divorce?" he mocked. "Impossible. We always used protection." He had completely forgotten the one night he stumbled into her room, blind drunk. Even her own mother slapped her across the face and threw her luggage into the hallway, disowning her for failing to keep her wealthy husband. Kara sat alone on the cold floor, her heart pulverized into ash. The man she had loved for years viewed her as a manipulative liar, and her own family saw her only as a failed business transaction. Staring into the dark night, a chilling calm washed over her. She picked up her phone and methodically deleted Julian's number. On Monday, she would finalize the divorce, protect her baby, and vanish from his world completely.”