Chasing back my billionaire ex wife

EDINA'S POV

While waiting in the doctor's office, I held onto the chair tightly, feeling nervous as I looked down at the paper on my lap.

The bold letters confirmed it-I was pregnant. The realization echoed in my mind, stirring feelings I thought I had buried.

Maxwell and I had been married for three years, and I had longed for this moment. Finally, I thought, maybe this news would bridge the gap between us.

The gap between us that had suddenly appeared.

It hadn't been there the first time, he loved me and had always done but recently something was definitely not changing about him and I felt it work.

My heart raced with excitement, but a thread of fear lingered somewhere in me. Maxwell had always seemed so distant and detached lately.

I told myself that things would change this time. I thought he would notice me differently - he had to, didn't he? Had to love me more too.

I stole a glance out the window, observing the bustling street filled with people moving around. I envied them-the strangers who likely had lives that felt so much more fulfilling than mine. I sighed and tried to push that happiness back in me.

My grip on the paper tightened; this news felt like my opportunity to change everything.

As I got home, I noticed Maxwell's car in the driveway and rushed inside, excitement bubbling up in me.

I felt excited to share my news with him, hoping it would make him want to stay.

He was in our room, smiling and speaking excitedly on the phone

"Don't worry, I'll be there soon. I promise, I won't leave you, my love," he said gently and a sense of hopelessness came over me.

The excitement within me quickly turned cold, leaving an emptiness in its wake.

I could barely hear my breathing as he ended the call and turned to face me, his expression as hard as ever.

He hardly acknowledged my presence, his gaze washing over me as if I were merely part of the background, Like I wasn't there.

"Edina," he said in that usual flat tone, "I'm going to the hospital. Kourtney was just rushed to the hospital right now."

The mention of Kourtney struck me like a blow. I knew who she was, despite trying to ignore the late nights and excuses that had formed a growing distance between us.

I swallowed hard, struggling against the lump in my throat. "You...you're going to the hospital? Why?"

"Yes." He adjusted his tie, hardly meeting my gaze. "She needs me there. I can't leave her alone right now."

My throat felt dry. He had never said anything like that about me.

"But...Maxwell, I..." My voice faded, courage melting under his cold stare. How could I tell him of the news when his heart seemed so far from me already?

"What?" His voice was impatient, a hint of annoyance in the air as if my presence was a bother.

"Edina, I don't have time. Kourtney and the baby needs me. I heard she slipped and fell, so she might be having some complications. I have to get going."

The baby? His baby? The weight of those words felt suffocating. I was just a ghost in my own home, a shadow he hardly noticed, and now I carried a part of him in me.

But would he even care?

In a whisper, I managed to say, "I'm pregnant, Maxwell."

He froze for a moment, hand resting on the doorframe. I thought I saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes, maybe even shock, but it vanished quickly, replaced by the same detachment that tore our relationship.

"Oh," he said flatly, void of any warmth. "That's...unexpected."

Unexpected? That was all he could say?

I felt sick to my stomach as my excitement turned into a sad feeling. I was pregnant with his baby, but he didn't show any emotions.

I searched his face, hoping for any hint of care, but found nothing.

"Aren't you...happy?" I asked, my voice shaking.

He shrugged, reaching for his coat. "It doesn't change anything, Edina."

"I need to go to Kourtney right now," he said, pausing to look at me with a mix of annoyance and sympathy. "We can discuss this further later. Don't make it a big deal."

As he stepped out, I felt something inside me break. He didn't care. This child-our child-meant nothing to him.

I immediately put my hand on my tummy, as if trying to protect the little life inside from the tough reality of my situation.

He walked away without saying anything else, the door closing with a click, and I was left in complete silence.

Alone, I sank onto the couch, feeling my heart break into pieces.

How had I reached this point? How had I become so weak, so voiceless, clinging to someone who acted as if I was invisible? I tried to hold back tears, but they came anyway, each one showing another shattered hope. I had waited so long, wanting him to see me, to care. To love me. I felt like an idiot.

I had convinced myself that by loving him more, he would change. However, it was a false belief that I used to avoid the harsh reality: he never truly loved me, and I was just a temporary presence in his life.

I looked around the room at the bare walls and the furniture that had not been used, reminders of the life we had created together, or at least the life I had wished would be meaningful.

And now, they did not hold any meaning. Loving him was a waste of time.

As I placed my hand on my belly, I knew that this little life in me was my only hope, to see life beautifully and live. I felt like crying out loud but our nosy neighbors might hear and Maxwell will hate me more.

Even though I didn't know how to be strong for myself, I will learn for my child. I took a deep breath, wiped away my tears, and whispered.

"I'm here for you, I promise."

EDINA'S POV

After he left, I went to sit in the kitchen, the only thing breaking the silence was the quiet hum of the refrigerator.

Maxwell had left without a word or even a moment to process the news of my pregnancy. I placed my hands on my stomach, feeling the small life within me, and wondered how he could be so

cruel.

My phone vibrated, placing Maxwell's name in the caller ID. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to hope he had changed his mind. But as usual, his voice was harsh and had no feeling.

"Edina, I need you at the hospital. Kourtney's bills need to be settled," he said, his voice as emotionless as ever.

I felt a lump in my throat.

Kourtney's bills? How could he demand I do something like that?

He expected me to take the little money my father had given to me before his death. That money was my hope, my future and he knew about that.

But none of that mattered to Maxwell; I was just a tool for him.

"What about..." I started to say, but my voice trailed off. I wanted to speak about our child and our family. But his impatience crackled over the line.

"Edina," he snapped, "don't complicate this. Just do it. I don't have time for your whining."

The call ended, leaving me feeling empty. There was no room in his heart for me or for the child I carried.

I felt powerless to refuse. I had always complied, hoping that he would someday love me unconditionally.

When I arrived at the hospital, I felt a hollow pang in my chest as I approached the reception desk, aware of the nurses' knowing glances about Maxwell and Kourtney.

I entered her room, handled the bill, and as I turned to go, I met Maxwell's furious glare in the hallway.

"What's the matter?" he roared, gripping my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh, his eyes burning with anger and hatred.

"You look like you're sulking. Can't you be more happy that I will be having a baby soon? Something you couldn't give me for over three years now."

I flinched. "I... I'm just tired, Maxwell," I muttered, my voice trembling.

"Tired?" He scoffed, tightening his grip. "What have you got to be tired about? Huh? Even if you say you have a child in you, how am I sure it's going to stay or if it's mine?"

My heart shattered into a million pieces, so this was it? Three years of marriage down the drain.

"Maxwell, please..."

"Shut up." He growled raising his hand.

Just then, a voice interjected.

"Is everything okay here?"

I turned to see a tall, handsome doctor in a white coat, his calm authority pushing Maxwell's fury aside.

He noticed Maxwell's grip on my arm and his expression hardened.

Maxwell released me instantly, irritation etched on his face. "This isn't your concern," he muttered, brushing past the doctor as he walked away.

The doctor turned to me, his gaze softening. "Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked gently, making me feel more human again.

"I... I'm fine," I lied, but he seemed skeptical.

He smiled, showing perfect dentition. " You look tired, you should have a seat.

You seem like you could use a break and some food."

Kourtney had already been taken to another ward leaving I and the doctor alone

I felt myself blush, embarrassed that this stranger could see what Maxwell overlooked. Before I knew it, he was leading me to the hospital café, ordering a sandwich and coffee for me.

"You didn't have to do this," I said quietly, though gratitude swelled within me.

"Everyone needs someone to help sometimes," he replied, his tone compassionate. "I'm Dr. Cole."

"Edina," I whispered, giving a soft smile.

He nodded slightly and when I bit into the hamburger, I realized how hungry I was, very hungry.

"Hey Edina," he said in a small cool voice. " I don't know what you are going through or who that man is, but you should be treated with respect, do not be bothered by anyone who doesn't like you."

I glanced down, feeling tears welling up.

"Thank you, Dr. Cole."

He nodded, his gaze reassuring. "Take care of yourself, Edina. You're worth it."

As I walked out of the hospital, his words stayed with me, bringing a feeling of comfort in the midst of my everyday struggles.

It was late when I got home and as soon as I entered inside, that comforting feeling disappeared.

Maxwell was waiting, his expression hardened as he looked at me in disgust.

"Princess Edina has decided to return home," he said ." Had a dinner date with your newfound boyfriend, huh ?"

"No...that's not.." I stammered.

"Save it," he snapped. "You've been nothing but a disappointment, Edina. Do you even realize that?"

I clenched my hands into fists, but I didn't look up because I was scared to see his cold eyes.

His voice cut deep, icier with each word.

He stepped closer, looming over me. "You can't even give me a child, Edina. All this talk about family and love...you're barren. Worthless."

Anger surged within me, stronger than I had ever felt. "I'm not barren," I whispered, struggling to make my voice loud

"What was that?" he demanded, his gaze fierce.

"I'm not barren," I said again, my voice steadier now, remembering Dr. Cole's words. "I'm pregnant, Maxwell. With your child."

For a brief moment, he looked like he might feel guilty at what he said, but then he laughed and thought it was silly.

"Oh, come on," he scoffed, looking away. "Even if that's the case, it doesn't make any difference, Edina, I don't want you or your sorry excuse for a family."

He reached into a drawer and tossed a stack of papers at me, which scattered across the floor.

My eyes landed on the bold word "DIVORCE" glaring up from the papers.

"Sign these," he said coldly. "I'm done with this thing called marriage."

My heart sank, the weight of that final blow crushing any remaining hope I had.

"Maxwell..." I choked out, tears once again threatening to fall. But he simply looked at me with disdain.

"Get out, Edina," he said, his tone colder than ever. "I want you gone. Leave my house."

He opened the door, the night air stinging against my skin as I stepped outside, clinging to my thin cardigan. I looked back one last time, but he slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the chilled silence.

I was alone.

Alone, with a shattered heart and a child, I wasn't sure I could take care of. But as the cold chilled me to the bones, I recalled Dr Cole's kind words and his warm smile.

I had been weak for too long, living in Maxwell's shadow.

But tonight would be different.

Or maybe not.

EDINA'S POV

I leaned my forehead against the wooden door, my knuckles sore from knocking. Tears came rolling down my cheeks and my heart broke into thousands of irreplaceable pieces. Pieces that I couldn't gather, pieces that I didn't know how it got shattered.

"Maxwell, can you please open the door?" I whispered, my voice shaking. I was feeling so dizzy and tired, so weak and hungry.

Never believed my life would end this way.

I wish a miracle of some sort would happen and he would open the door and tell me it was a prank, a mistake, and that he loved me.

The cold night air made me shiver, and the silence around me felt heavier with each passing second, tears dripping down my cheeks.

I felt sad as I waited, each moment feeling like it was taking forever.

How could he be so heartless, aware that I had nowhere else to turn?

For years, I had tried to be the wife he desired, the woman he professed to love. And now, here I was, pleading at our front door, and he refused to open it.

I took a shaky breath to gather my strength and knocked again, more forcefully this time.

"Maxwell! Just... let me in please." My voice faltered, and I hated how vulnerable I sounded, but I didn't care; I just needed him to let me in.

"Maxwell!" I cried, pounding my fists against the hardwood. Silence circled me-an empty void.

My voice was hoarse from crying and the moon watching down on me seemed to mock me.

How did my life crumble like this in seconds?

I sank to my knees, pressing my palm against the door, the cold crawling in. I had desperately hoped that things could improve-that he would remember our past and love. But now, it felt like a mere wish, as if deceiving myself that things would get better.

"Please," I breathed one last time. "Just... give me a chance to speak to you."

I closed my eyes, letting memories flood my mind-the late nights filled with laughter in this very house, the promises he made when we first wed.

I had faith in those promises, even as they drifted off and I saw the true man he was. How could he simply forget all we had shared?

Everything turned sour as Kourtney returned, I was too busy trying to be the perfect wife to realize that he had been cheating on me

The cold made me shiver as I pulled my coat closer. It didn't help much against the chill that came from feeling very lonely.

My fingers were numb, and my feet hurt, but I stayed there, saying his name quietly, wishing he would open up to me.

But he didn't.

I knocked on the door once more, desperation rising in my throat.

"Maxwell, I'm your wife!" The words burst forth, feeling almost strange, as if I didn't truly believe them anymore.

Oh, was...He has served me the divorce papers already.

Defeated, I pressed my cheek against the door, tiredness consuming me. There was no more shouting, no more pounding on the door. I was simply exhausted.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, warm against the chill, but I hardly felt them-just the ache in my heart overshadowed everything else.

And still, a stubborn part of me lingered, hoping, clinging to the thin thread of love I believed connected us.

And at some point, I thought that I was foolish to believe would ever come to love me, not when he had a son from Kourtney.

Then I thought about my baby, the small life growing within me, and despair washed over me again

How could I bring a child into this

world full of pain? What kind of life could I provide, standing outside a door that should have been my safety, my home?

My eyes stung as darkness blurred my vision, exhaustion tugging at me.

Maybe I'll just stay here for a bit, waiting for him to see that I won't go away... until he has to allow me inside. I had nowhere to go, all my belongings were still inside.

Leaning on the door, I shut my eyes, taking quick and uneven breaths.

I stood up and began to walk to God knows where, it was useless hoping that Maxwell would ever let me in.

The streets were dark and I didn't know where I was going.

I heard a car getting closer in the distance, interrupting my thoughts. The noise got louder as it approached. I felt something hard hit me.

"Miss? Are you okay?" A concerned man's voice reached me as I attempted to focus.

I tried to get up but my knees felt so weak and pain kept driving through me again and again.

A car door slammed quickly and I blinked seeing someone rushed to me. But I couldn't understand it all, the pain was too much for me to bear and it tightened around my chest.

"Miss! Oh my God, I... I didn't see you! Are you alright?"

The man sounded so frantic, but I felt darkness closing in around me again and again.

I started to feel like I was getting heavier and sinking into the cold, hard ground like it was pulling me down, away from all the pain, heartache, and everything else. Right before I gave up, I thought about my child again, the little heartbeat inside me, the delicate life I wanted to keep safe

I was meant to be strong for it, to provide a life I had never known. But here I lay, on the cold ground, fading, unable to fight any longer.

"Please..." I whispered, unsure of whom I was pleading with-Maxwell? The universe? Or perhaps myself, yearning for a strength that had long been vanished.

As I started to lose consciousness, a surprising sense of calm surrounded me. The pain went away, the noise became more quiet and all I could feel was a peaceful, never-ending darkness.