My Ex-Billionaire Wants Me Back

The rain beat hard against the windows of Ethan Cole's penthouse, but Amara couldn't hear it. All she could hear was her heart breaking. "How much did she pay you?" Ethan's voice was ice cold. He stood by his desk with a glass of whiskey, looking at her like a stranger. Amara clutched her handbag. Inside was a pregnancy test. She came tonight to tell him she was pregnant. To tell him they would be a family. "Ethan, what are you saying? No one paid me." He threw a brown envelope on the floor. Photos fell out. Photos of her talking to his mother, Margaret Cole, in a cafe. "My mother told me everything. You asked her for five million naira to leave me." "No! That's a lie! Your mother called me. She said I was not good enough because I am poor. She offered me money and I said NO! I love you, Ethan!" "I helped you because I felt sorry for you," he said, his words like knives. "Did you really think a Cole would marry a girl from the slums? You were a distraction." Amara felt the floor disappear. This was not the man who held her last night and said he loved her. She slowly removed the silver necklace he gave her and placed it on the table. Her hand touched the pregnancy test in her bag. She wanted to show him. But she knew he would not believe her. He would think it was a trap. So she made a decision that changed her life forever. She would not tell him. "If that is what you think of me, then we are done. Goodbye, Ethan." She walked out into the heavy rain, with no umbrella and no money, carrying a secret that would become her greatest strength. Ethan watched her leave. He wanted to call her back. But his pride was too strong. Three years later, Amara walked into a business gala in Lagos. She wore a red dress. She was no longer a poor student. She was now CEO of "Amara Designs." And holding her hand was a little boy, two years old, with the same grey eyes as Ethan Cole. Ethan was at that same gala, watching her from across the room, his heart stopping for the first time in three years.