The Double Life of My Pregnant Ex-Wife (Carmen and Marco) novel Chapter 30

The fire in Marco’s office had burned low, throwing flickering shadows across the walls. Outside, the estate was quiet—too quiet—while tension built like a storm waiting to break. Marco sat behind his desk, a glass of whiskey untouched at his elbow, the weight of Carmen’s revelations still heavy in the air. The documents she had handed him lay scattered across his desk, damning and undeniable.

Arianna’s betrayal stared back at him in black and white—payments to De Luca accounts, coded messages traced to her network, and plans that outlined a future in which Marco was nothing but collateral damage.

The door creaked open. Marco looked up sharply, his grip tightening around the armrest of his chair. Carmen stepped into the room, her coat draped over her shoulders, her expression wary but resolute. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them crackled with unspoken words and lingering anger.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Marco said finally, his voice rough.

“I had to come back,” Carmen replied, stepping further into the room. “We don’t have time for games anymore, Marco.”

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp as it traveled over her. “You’ve been hiding with Vincent for weeks. And now you show up with ‘proof’ just as everything starts falling apart. You expect me to trust you?”

Carmen’s jaw clenched as she walked closer, dropping a second folder onto his desk—one thicker, heavier than the last. “I don’t care if you trust me. But you need to see this.”

Marco stared at the folder before glancing back at her. “More documents?”

“More truth,” she shot back.

He hesitated before flipping it open. Inside were detailed plans—maps, schedules, and blueprints that outlined Arianna’s final move. Carmen spoke as Marco leafed through the pages, her voice low but urgent.

“She’s meeting with the remnants of the De Luca family tomorrow. Her plan is simple—she’ll set up an attack on their leadership and frame you for it. Once they retaliate, she’ll have the perfect excuse to eliminate you and take control of both families herself.”

Marco froze, his fingers gripping the edge of a map that outlined a hit on a De Luca-owned location. It was meticulous, with Marco’s name tied to every detail.

“She’s been planning this for months,” Carmen continued, her voice trembling slightly. “Every move she’s made—every whisper she’s fed you—has been leading to this moment. You were never her partner, Marco. You were her pawn.”

Marco’s throat tightened as he pushed the folder away, his mind a blur of anger and betrayal. “And you knew all of this?”

“I only pieced it together recently,” Carmen replied softly. “And when I did, I came here. To warn you.”

“Why?” Marco asked, his voice breaking slightly. “Why do you care, Carmen? You ran. You left me.”

Carmen flinched, her own anger bubbling to the surface. “I had to leave, Marco. You pushed me away. You let her poison your mind and make me the enemy.”

“You should’ve stayed and fought,” Marco shot back, rising to his feet.

“I was pregnant,” Carmen shouted, the word slicing through the room like a blade.

The silence that followed was deafening. Marco stared at her, frozen, as the meaning of her words sank in.

“What did you say?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Carmen looked away, her hand drifting to her stomach unconsciously. “I was pregnant when I left. I didn’t tell you because I couldn’t trust you anymore. I couldn’t trust that you would protect me or our child, not with Arianna in your ear.”