The Billionaire's Regret: Winning Back His Ex-wife

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ks, her tone laced with concern, but not without the familia

ft laugh, even though she can't see the

er every negative test, I tried not to lose hope, but disappointment clung to me like a shadow. When my period was late this time,

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oment so many times, telling Nate, seeing his face light up, the overwhelming j

nic, her tone soft yet serious. "Your uterine lining is

o protect this pregnancy, Nate and I will need to attend her clinic together. H

now, her voice gently prodding. "I need to start you on me

voice tight with guilt. "I

t familiar warning, like she kn

sound more confident than I feel. "It's our anniversary. I'll

n she softens. "Well, happy anniversary!

nk y

oice bellows from the kitchen

ers," I say quickly.

t, no excuse

nd hang up before she

kitchen, heart po

annoyed," my mother says the moment I step into the room. She sits on the kitchen i

me to save the potatoes from burning. "You cou

oo worried about them while you were off whispering God k

one about the pregnancy yet not even my m

s for your anniversary," she grumbles, swirling her w

giving the potat

y culinary genius," she adds, sipping f

Nate isn't just any man th

e says with a huff, though there's

role. My mom isn't just any cook she's a five-star chef with four Michelin

exception, maybe other

ave you to finish the casserole alone," she

early finished meal. "Are you sure you don't want to go out toni

g table. "This year, I wanted something a little more i

hed at birth. There's no way someone with my DNA prefer

"I guess you'll just have to acc

and she glances at the screen w

few minutes, she reappears, purse slung over her shoulder. "I have to run, sweet

ntment. "Already? Can't y

rom the hook by the door. "Happy anniversary, sweet

shuts behind her

I was hoping she'd stay longer, but I knew better than

l out a short red dress, his favorite and carefully apply some makeup. After brushin

the test results inside. I pick it up, my heart thumping

ightly in my hands. At the top of the stairs, I spot him Nate, standing in the entryway, still in his bla

stairs to greet him. I wrap my arms around him,

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e says, cutting me of