Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife novel Chapter 1

“Please, Lily, I want a divorce,” Grey told me, his face a blank canvas.

His words pierced my heart like a knife, and I felt my world collapse around me, scattering into a thousand pieces. Frozen like a statue, I slowly raised my eyes to him, fighting against the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.

I had known all along that Grey, my husband, would eventually bring up divorce—especially now that his first love had returned to the country after five years in Paris. However, I hadn’t expected him to discuss it tonight.

We were okay. Why would he ruin this wonderful evening?

“Why, Grey? What have I done to deserve this?”

Deep down, I already knew the reason, yet I still needed to hear it from his lips—even if it shatters me. I would rather cry over the truth than smile through a lie.

“I want a son, Lily. I’ve waited, but you still failed to give me one,” he replied, his tone devoid of remorse. His face remained expressionless as he looked at me.

A shadow of pain crossed my eyes at the mention of 'son,' and unwelcome memories flooded back. Our two-year-old son had died two years ago in a car accident. I was there when it happened, and to this day, I still blame myself for losing him.

I tried to conceive another child, but despite years of effort, I had failed to get pregnant.

“I've been waiting for years, and I can’t wait any longer. Maybe it’s time for us to part ways and move on,” he added, my eyes widening in disbelief. This wasn’t the Grey I had known for so long.

He was lying. That wasn’t the only reason he wanted a divorce. My fingers balled into fists in my lap as the memory of seeing Natalia and Grey sharing a date at a fine dining restaurant flashed through my mind. I had witnessed it by accident. Since then, I had kept quiet, waiting for him to open up about it, but unfortunately, he never did.

If he had nothing to hide, he would have told me. The fact that he didn’t share what transpired between him and Natalia meant he had secrets to conceal.

But who was I to judge him? Natalia, the stunning Italian model, was his first love, who had left him to focus on her career in Paris. Even after four years, I sensed that Grey hadn’t forgotten her. Deep down, I knew he was still in love with her.

It had always been a one-sided love between us. Grey married me to spite his father, who had married his mistress after his mother left. The same year his father remarried, Natalia vanished from his life. Grey married a lowly restaurant server as an act of revenge, and even now, his father hadn’t forgiven him for choosing me.

Suddenly, I became aware that I was still holding my glass.

My gaze shifted back to his face. Painfully, I swallowed my pride. “I’m doing my best to conceive a child, Grey. Please give me another chance. Let’s wait another year, and if I’m still unable to bear a son, I will agree to a divorce.” I pleaded. It was the only way I knew to save our marriage.

“I can’t wait any longer, Lily. I want a child, and as my wife, you’ve failed. That reason alone is enough for me to leave this marriage.”