The Double Life of My Pregnant Ex-Wife (Carmen and Marco) novel Chapter 98

The gates of the Venetti estate swung open as Marco and Carmen’s car approached, sunlight casting long shadows across the driveway. The grand house stood as a symbol of strength and stability, but today, it felt like a home.

As the car came to a stop, Sofia, the housekeeper, hurried out, a bright smile lighting her face. In her arms, she carried the Venetti family’s most precious treasure—their baby son.

Carmen stepped out of the car first, her eyes immediately softening as they landed on the tiny figure swaddled in blue. “There’s my sweet boy,” she murmured, her steps quickening.

The baby let out a soft coo as Sofia handed him over. Carmen held him close, inhaling the sweet, familiar scent of her child. “I missed you so much,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Marco came to stand beside her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder as he gazed at their son. “I think he’s gotten bigger in just a week,” he said, his tone teasing but full of pride.

Sofia chuckled. “He’s been eating well and charming everyone in the house, as always.”

Marco leaned in, brushing a kiss across the baby’s forehead. The child blinked up at him, his tiny fingers curling instinctively around Marco’s thumb. “There’s my little man,” Marco said softly. “You keeping everyone in line while we were gone?”

Carmen laughed, the sound light and joyful. “I think he missed us as much as we missed him.”

Together, they walked into the house, the baby cradled securely in Carmen’s arms. The estate felt warm and alive, its halls filled with the quiet buzz of activity and the comforting sense of home.

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The days that followed were filled with peaceful routines, a welcome contrast to the chaos of their past.

Marco spent mornings in his study, poring over business plans and delegating responsibilities to trusted allies. His focus had shifted to expanding their legitimate ventures—hotels, trade routes, and philanthropic projects.

Carmen, meanwhile, devoted herself to their son. She spent hours in the nursery, singing softly to him as he napped or watching him reach for the colorful toys dangling from his mobile.

In the evenings, the three of them would gather in the sitting room. Marco often held the baby, walking slowly across the room as he murmured stories about their family and their future. Carmen would watch them, her heart swelling with love at the sight of Marco’s tender care.

One evening, as they sat by the fireplace, Marco glanced over at Carmen. “I never imagined I’d be this happy,” he said quietly.

Carmen smiled, adjusting the blanket wrapped around their son. “It feels like a dream sometimes, doesn’t it?”

“A dream I don’t ever want to wake up from,” Marco replied, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

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As peaceful as life seemed, Carmen began to notice small changes in herself. She felt more tired than usual, her energy waning even after a full night’s sleep.

One afternoon, as she rocked the baby in her arms, a wave of dizziness washed over her. She steadied herself against the edge of the crib, taking a deep breath.

“Carmen?” Marco’s voice came from the doorway, his expression immediately shifting to concern.

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just tired, that’s all.”

Marco stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve been tired a lot lately. Are you sure you’re okay?”