Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 7

7.Chapter 7 You Don’t Love Me

The words fell like a pebble into still waters, rippling with quiet impact and a sense of astonishment that spread across the room.

Her eyes widened for a moment, but she quickly composed herself, a smile playing on her lips. “That’s huge. Congratulations, Mr. Lynn. I wish you and your fiancée all the best.”

Jonathan stayed quiet, his mouth set in a thin line.

With the interview over, Teresa stood and offered her hand. “Thanks for coming in today, Mr. Lynn.”

He shook her hand, his gaze averted, and then he was gone.

Back in her office, Teresa couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that he was engaged.

Wayne was visibly frustrated. “Come on, Teresa! You should have kept at it and found out who his fiancée is. That’s the kind of scoop we’re after.”

Teresa was somewhere else, her mind racing with the revelation. She scoffed to herself. ‘Bet his fiancée is his ex, the girl of his dreams.’

“Did you see? The CEO of Horizonlead Group is totally hot and tall, like six-three for sure,” a coworker exclaimed.

“He’s the kind of guy who could make any girl feel protected,” one of the coworkers gushed.

“Totally,” another chimed in. “But let’s not get too carried away. He’s already off the market, engaged to a beauty queen. It’s like something out of a fairy tale.”

The buzz around the office was all about the Horizonlead Group CEO. Teresa usually would have been all over this conversation, but today she was lost in her own world.

Her coworker had to call her name twice to get her attention. “Teresa, time to head out,” she said, and Teresa finally surfaced from her thoughts, nodding and slowly gathering her belongings.

She had to face the reality that her chances with Jonathan were gone, and she couldn’t even bring up her son’s issues with him.

Michael was still grappling with a lingering cold, and Teresa was busy at the hospital, picking up medicine for her son.

The cashier rang up the total. “That’ll be $130.”

Teresa, already reaching for her phone, replied, “I’ll take care of it with PayPal.”

Teresa’s phone buzzed with a payment notification, and she checked her bank balance, which almost hit zero. She sighed, the reality of parenting hitting her hard—how money just seemed to slip away. And now, her car was on fumes.

At the gas station, she faced a tough choice. Her car needed the higher-grade 95 octane, but with her budget stretched thin, she went for the cheaper 92 instead.

“Ma’am, you sure? Your car really requires 95,” the attendant warned her.

Teresa, feeling a bit embarrassed, replied, “Yeah, 92 is fine. It’ll be okay.”

“Alright,” the attendant said, giving a nonchalant nod.

Once the refueling was complete, Teresa fired up the engine, ready to brave the rush-hour traffic.

As she drove, the car began to grumble, a low, ominous sound. Sensing something was off, Teresa pulled over and tried restarting the car. The rumble persisted, and a strong, oily odor filled the car’s interior.

Her heart sank. She quickly got out of the car, her day going from bad to worse. The car was definitely broken down. She couldn’t help but think, ‘Is there any more bad luck in store for me today?’

Teresa was engaged in a one-sided chat with her car, coaxing it gently. “Easy, buddy. Economy mode today, on a budget,” she whispered, patting the dashboard reassuringly. “No worries about the 92 octane, okay?”

Scanning the street for a potential ride, she spotted a pair of headlights that seemed like a lifeline. Her face lit up with hope as she squinted against the glare and waved her arms, signaling for help.

But her hope was short-lived. As the driver emerged, his sharp suit and confident walk were all too familiar. Her smile faded the moment she realized who it was.

Jonathan, with a casual swagger, approached with his hands tucked into his pockets. “Looks like you need some help,” he said, his tone light but his gaze serious.

Teresa’s lips tightened. “I’ve got it under control,” she insisted, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

Jonathan’s eyes swept over her car, and he raised an eyebrow. “Car giving you trouble?”

Playing it off with a nonchalant shrug, Teresa insisted she was just here grabbing some fresh air.

But her white Porsche had other ideas, its engine growling ominously the moment she spoke.

Jonathan’s laughter was cold and devoid of humor as he motioned for her to step back. “Move over,” he instructed.

Teresa could only watch as Jonathan’s usually clean hand plunged into the engine, quickly turning into a mess of dirty oil.

With a resounding slam, he shut the hood, his expression now grave. “Teresa,” he called out, his voice sharp, drawing her gaze.

She raised an eyebrow at him, curiosity in her eyes. “Yeah?”

“How’d you let this happen? Your car’s engine is a wreck. Do you even bother to maintain it?” His words were laced with skepticism and a hint of scolding.

Guilt tugged at Teresa, but she wasn’t about to admit to cutting corners on gas. Instead, she offered a partial truth, her voice barely audible. “I’ve been putting off the service for over two years now.”

Jonathan’s brow furrowed with a blend of worry and disapproval. “Teresa, you’ve let this car slide since we split. I used to handle the upkeep, but now it’s all on you,” he remarked, a subtle note of chiding in his tone.

Teresa’s fingers twitched, a sign of her irritation, as she retorted, “I’m well aware, Jonathan.” It wasn’t that she was neglecting the car; it was the constant battle between work and motherhood that left her barely breathing.

As soon as the child showed signs of a cold, she’d abandon all other tasks and hurry to his side. Motherhood had truly taught her the exhausting reality of raising a child.

She had already sold off two cars, and now she was down to her last one—which unfortunately just broke down.

Jonathan didn’t miss the dejection etched on Teresa’s face. With a furrowed brow, he spoke with a tone that brooked no argument, “Looks like you’re in my car for the time being. Yours is out of commission. I’ll get a tow truck on the way.”