Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband novel Chapter 538

(Lisa)

Staring at my bedroom ceiling won’t change anything. But I don’t know what else to do.

Arms crossed over my stomach, pressing down like I can stop this from happening. Like I can physically hold it all in—this pregnancy, this entire fucking disaster.

This isn’t happening. It can’t happen.

But it is.

The numbers keep running through my head. Twelve weeks. Three months. That’s a whole damn trimester. This is real, and there’s no taking it back.

How the hell can this be happening?

I squeeze my eyes shut, jaw clenched. I know exactly how. The last night with Lance. The one where he let himself feel what we had. The one where I thought—stupidly, so fucking stupidly—that we might actually get it right.

That night we weren’t as careful as we could’ve been. But I have contraception, I thought it would be fine.

Now he’s gone, and I’m stuck holding the last piece of him.

The phone buzzes on my nightstand. Winona.

I hesitate, then grab it.

“How’d your day go? You okay?”

“Fine. Just tired. How was your meeting?”

“Nailed it. They signed off on everything. Full control over the marketing budget, rebranding, expansion—all of it.”

Of course she crushed it. Of course she’s stepping into this role effortlessly, proving everyone wrong. That’s what she does. She deserves everything to go flawlessly.

And here I am, drowning in a problem she’d give anything to still have. Pregnancy.

“Knew you would. They’re lucky to have you, girl.”

“You sure you’re okay? You don’t sound like yourself.”

I squeeze my phone so tight my fingers cramp.

“Stop worrying about me and go spend time with your husband before he leaves.”

“He had an entire house built next door today.”

“What?”

“Oh, we have a nanny, well two actually. They are going to live out here. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow night.”

“I’ll look forward to it. Love you.”

“Love you more.”

The second I put the phone down, my whole body sags.

I can’t tell her about being pregnant. I will tell her about the foundation problems but not yet. She has enough going on.

She lost her baby. Lost her last chance. Had to have surgery to make sure it never happens again. And me? I get pregnant by accident. An accident, like it’s some fucking joke from the universe.