CEO’s Regret After I Divorced (Serena and Ryan) novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Chapter 321 Two Lines

Serena’s POV

The sunlight streaming through my kitchen window caught the gold rim of my teacup as I absently stirred my peppermint tea. After being discharged from the hospital, I’d returned to Quinn Manor to recover, only to face Mom’s lectures about my terrible sleep schedule and eating habits. Mom had insisted on making breakfast herself this morning - "You need proper nutrition, not those sad excuse for protein bars you call food," she’d declared while whisking eggs.

"How’s my precious grandbaby doing?" Mom asked.

My heart swelled with love thinking about my fourteen-month-old daughter, her chubby cheeks and infectious giggles that somehow made even the hardest days worthwhile.

"Growing more stubborn by the day," I laughed. "Just yesterday, according to Margaret, she refused to wear anything but her purple onesie. I swear she’s inherited Ryan’s iron will."

Mom’s laugh was like warm honey. "That child is the perfect blend of you both - your creativity and his tenacity. Heaven help us all when she’s a teenager."

I nodded, but a sudden wave of nausea hit me mid-motion. The scrambled eggs Mom had lovingly prepared suddenly looked absolutely disgusting. I pushed the plate away, swallowing hard against the rising bile in my throat.

"Serena? Are you alright, sweetheart?" Mom’s brow furrowed with concern as she reached across the marble countertop to touch my forehead.

"I’m fine," I managed, though my stomach lurched treacherously. "Just stressed about the company situation."

The plagiarism allegations against Dreamland Studio had come out of nowhere and hit us like a truck. Maya had called three times already this morning, each message more urgent than the last. The press was having a field day, and our biggest clients were getting cold feet.

"Has Ryan called about those awful accusations?" Mom asked gently.

I shook my head. "He’s been in back-to-back meetings since that nightmare lunch with David Anderson yesterday. Simon texted that Ryan’s ready to tear someone’s head off."

Another wave of nausea hit, stronger this time. I bolted from my stool, barely making it to the powder room before losing everything. As I rinsed my mouth afterwards, a startling thought crystallized in my mind. The fatigue, the sensitivity to smells, the nausea...

When the hell was my last period?

Mom was waiting outside the bathroom, concern etched across her elegant features. "This isn’t just stress, is it?"

Our eyes met in silent understanding.

"I... I think I might be pregnant," I whispered, the possibility both terrifying and exhilarating.

Mom’s face transformed instantly. "Oh my God. Are you sure?"

"I need to find out," I said, already grabbing my purse. "There’s a pharmacy around the corner."

Twenty minutes later, I sat on the edge of my bathtub, staring at the plastic stick in my trembling hands. Two pink lines. Unmistakable. Clear as day.

I was pregnant. Again. With Ryan’s baby.

My heart pounded like a drum as a thousand thoughts crashed together in my mind. Another child. A sibling for Vivian.

"Serena?" Mom’s gentle knock pulled me from my thoughts. "Are you okay in there?"

I opened the door, wordlessly holding up the pregnancy test. Mom’s eyes widened before filling with tears of joy, and she pulled me into a tight embrace that smelled of her signature Chanel perfume and home-baked cookies.

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