Roselyn world shatters when she finds out she's pregnant with James child. Just as she plans to tell him, she overhears a conversation that changes everything. James is ready to end their marriage, all because of his ex-lover, Mary, who's come back into the picture. But when James discovers Mary has betrayed him with his best friend, his world crumbles in a way he never expected. Five years later, their paths cross again at a party, and James is stunned by the woman in front of him. Roselyn is back, with their child, and now a successful, stunning CEO of Eagle Homes and Interiors. Even though Roselyn pretends not to know him, James is determined to do whatever it takes to win her back. But is it too late for them to have a second chance?
Arabella POV
The clock on the bathroom wall ticks away like the seconds are trying to choke me. I can feel the weight of my pulse in my throat, every beat a reminder of what I'm about to face.
I hold my breath as the test sits there in front of me, the pale pink lines mocking me. The words on the box, pregnancy test seem foreign. Not real. As though they don't apply to me, like they belong to some other woman. Some woman who isn't standing here, shaking, watching her world about to split in two.
I glance down at the test, then at the floor. I don't want to see it. I don't want to know. I don't want to be here, doing this, feeling this. But I can't stop myself.
Why did I even get this test?
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Should I even go through with it? What if I'm not ready? What if he's not ready?
Everything about this moment feels wrong. The weight of it feels like it's closing in on me, suffocating me in a way I can't explain.
I force myself to focus. I stare at the tip of the test, watch the liquid soak into the lines. One... two... three... four... five... six... I count in my head, as if making it go slower could change the outcome.
But it won't.
My hands tremble, and I force myself to snap the cap back onto the test. I place it on the counter. My phone timer starts. Five minutes. That's all. Five minutes, and I'll know.
Five minutes and everything could change.
Five minutes and everything could stay the same.
My fingers itch to check it, but I can't. If I look, it'll be real. If I look, I'll know.
I stare at the clock instead, willing the seconds to slow down, to give me a little more time to breathe. But the universe doesn't care about what I want. It doesn't care about my fear or my uncertainty. It's just ticking away, taking me closer to the truth.
I close my eyes again. Squeeze them shut tight. Maybe if I pretend I don't care, it won't matter. Maybe it won't change anything. But deep down, I know that's a lie.
Five minutes.
I can feel it. The weight in my chest, like everything is too heavy. I finally open my eyes, not daring to look at the test. I glance at myself in the mirror instead.
The woman staring back at me looks... lost. I barely recognize her. There's fear, hope, doubt. So much doubt. She's hanging on by a thread, and that thread is unraveling with every second that passes.
What will happen if I'm pregnant? What if he doesn't want it? What if this was never meant to be?
I close my eyes again, squeezing the tears that are threatening to fall. But they're right there, at the edge, waiting. A lump rises in my throat, and I force myself to breathe through it.
The timer dings.
Five minutes.
I can't do this. I can't.
But I have to.
I look at the test, the pink lines.
There it is. Two lines. One solid. One faint.
My heart stops.
I'm pregnant.
I blink, my breath hitching. The reality of it is like a slap across the face. I stand there, frozen, staring at the test. I feel the flood of emotions rush in-elation, fear, joy, dread. It's all tangled up, and I can't separate one from the other.
I can't breathe.
But then it hits me. A laugh. A breathless, shaky laugh escapes me. I'm pregnant.
I should be jumping for joy, but instead, my chest tightens, and my smile fades.
What about him?
What about Richard?
This isn't just about me anymore. This is about us.
I grab the test, throw it into the trash, and rush out of the bathroom. My heart is hammering, and my hands are shaking. I can't wait to see him. I can't wait to tell him.
But there's a nagging voice in the back of my head, whispering that I should be afraid.
I hurry up the stairs, my feet pounding with each step, my breath coming faster. The house is quiet, too quiet. When I reach the door to his office, I stop, my hand on the doorknob. I'm almost there, almost ready to face whatever comes next.
But then I hear it.
"I love you, Eve."
It's Richard voice. Loud, clear.
Eve?
Who is Eve?
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My hand freezes, and my heart drops into my stomach. I can't move. I can't think. I stand there, paralyzed, as his voice continues. The laughter that follows sends a chill down my spine.
That laugh.
It's not for me.
I push open the door, and there he is. Richard, standing behind his desk, looking so... normal. So calm. As if the world hasn't just come crashing down around me.
Our eyes meet for a second. A brief flash of recognition. But he quickly looks away. Like nothing's wrong. Like nothing happened.
I want to scream. I want to shout. I want to demand answers. But instead, he beats me to it.
"I was just about to come find you," he says, like nothing is wrong. Like my world isn't about to come crashing down.
I don't know what to say. The words are stuck in my throat.
"Did you bring the papers?" he asks, not even glancing at me.
Papers? What papers?
"The divorce papers," he says, as if it's nothing. Like it's just a simple request, a casual question.
Divorce.
I freeze. The word hangs in the air like a death sentence. Divorce? What the hell is happening?
My heart races as I step back. "What?" I whisper, barely able to breathe. "Divorce? Why? What are you talking about?"
He doesn't flinch. He doesn't even seem surprised by my shock.
"My girlfriend, Eve," he says flatly, "she's back. Remember the agreement we made? Now that she's here, it's time for us to get a divorce. So I can marry her."
Eve.
The name crashes into me, a tidal wave of hurt and disbelief.
I take a step back, tears welling up in my eyes. My chest feels like it's caving in.
I want to say something. Anything. But the words won't come. I want to fight for us, for our marriage. For what I thought we had.
But I know it's no use.
I see it in his eyes. His mind is made up. There's no room for me here anymore.
Eve. She's the one. Not me.
I turn, not even bothering to say another word. I can't. I won't.
I leave the room, the weight of everything pressing down on me.
The tears come, hot and fast, and I don't try to stop them.
I thought I had a future with Richard. I thought we were building something.
But I was wrong.
And now, I have nothing
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