My Ex Husband Wants Me Back

Chapter 6

MICHELLE'S POV

Pregnant.

The word echoes in my mind. The thought of it alone is enough to spread warmth through my entire body. My hands instinctively fly to my stomach, as if cradling the tiny life that has just been confirmed. Tears fall from my eyes as I laugh in disbelief.

“I—I’m really pregnant?” My voice trembles as I search the doctor's face, needing reassurance.

He chuckles, nodding. “Yes. A little over six weeks along.”

I let out a breath I don’t realize I’m holding. “Oh my God.”

He squeezes my shoulder. “I take it this is good news?”

“It’s the best news,” I whisper, my heart pounding with exhilaration. Warren. He has to know. Right now. He always wanted this—we always wanted this. We always talked about having a baby. This could be our second chance.

I stand up abruptly, shaking the doctor’s hand with a chuckle. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Make sure you take care of yourself, Michelle. You have someone very special to think about now.”

“I will,” I promise.

As I leave the hospital, there is only one thought on my mind—I have to see Warren. Now.

The flight to London feels both agonizingly slow and terrifyingly fast. My hands won’t stop shaking. I alternate between staring out of the airplane window and rubbing my stomach, whispering soft words to the baby growing inside me.

“Daddy’s going to be so happy,” I murmur. “He always said he wanted a baby with me.”

Still, a feeling of uncertainty lingers in my chest. Would he even listen to me? Would he let me explain? Our last conversation ended in heartbreak and misunderstanding. But this—this is bigger than us. We have to fix things. For our baby. For our family.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Warren loved me once. Maybe, just maybe, he still does.

The moment my Uber pulls up in front of the Duke’s castle, my breath hitches. It still looks the same—grand, intimidating, and very familiar. It was once my home. I had been here more times than I could count to see Warren. Now, standing at the gates, I feel like an outsider.

I make my way inside and walk up the steps. The guards let me in without even saying anything. I’m not a stranger to them.

When I get to the front door, I knock. My pulse races as the large doors creak open.

Lydia, Warren’s assistant, stands before me. Her eyes widen in pure shock, and for a second, she just stares at me like I’m a ghost.

“Michelle?”

“Hi, Lydia,” I say with a smile. “I need to see Warren. Is he in?”

Lydia blinks, glancing over her shoulder as if checking to see if anyone has heard. When she turns back to me, her expression hardens. “You shouldn’t be here.”

I swallow hard. “Please, Lydia. It’s important.”

She hesitates, shifting uncomfortably. “Now’s not a good time.”

I frown. “Why not?”

She bites her lip. “Because of the wedding.”

My stomach drops. “The what?”

The world around me tilts as Lydia's words echo in my head.

"What wedding?" I demand. I can feel the blood draining from my face. "Lydia, what do you mean? Warren and I were engaged, but he called off the wedding. Are you talking about a relative's wedding?"

Lydia’s expression turns guarded. She shakes her head quickly. "I—I can't say anything. I shouldn't have said anything at all."

Fear grips me tightly. Something is wrong. Terribly wrong.

"Lydia, please." My voice breaks as I take a step closer to her. "Tell me what’s going on. I need to know."

Lydia groans, rubbing her forehead as if debating with herself. "I’m not supposed to say anything," she mumbles under her breath.

"Lydia, I’m begging you!" My hands are trembling as I reach for her arm. "If it’s about Warren, I deserve to know."

Lydia lets out a heavy sigh and glances around, as if checking to see if anyone is listening. With a reluctant expression, she pulls a small envelope from her pocket and hesitates before handing it to me.

I snatch it from her as I breathe heavily. My fingers fumble as I open the envelope. My heart is pounding like a drum against my ribs.

Then I see it.

An elegant wedding invitation with gold lettering. Warren’s name is on it.

Next to Nessa’s.

The world stops spinning. My vision blurs. I sway on my feet, barely catching myself as a sharp gasp escapes my lips. "No. This—this isn’t real. It has to be a mistake."

Lydia’s silence is damning.

Nessa. My step-sister.

I feel like I’m going to be sick. My hands shake as I clutch the invitation. My heart is pounding violently in my chest. This can’t be happening. It can’t be true.

I sob. "I have to see him."

"Michelle, wait—" Lydia calls after me, but I don’t stop. My legs carry me forward before I even know what I’m doing. I storm into the castle, past the grand halls, ignoring the shocked glances of the staff. My heartbeat roars in my ears. I have to see him. I have to hear it from his lips.

I reach his room, and the door is slightly open. My breath catches in my throat as I take a step forward.

Then I see them.

Warren stands there, wrapping his arms around Nessa’s body. His grip is firm and intimate. Like she belongs to him.

Something inside me shatters.

A soft sob tears from my throat, but before either of them can notice me, I turn away and run. I can’t bear to see anymore. Tears blur my vision as I stumble down the hallway. My heart feels like it’s breaking with every step.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I ignore it at first, too consumed by my grief, but it keeps ringing. Desperate. Urgent.

With trembling fingers, I pull it out and glance at the screen. The detective.

My stomach twists as I answer. "H-hello?"

"Michelle," he says. "I have the description of the man who hired the men that attacked you."

I wipe at my tears. "Who was it?"

There’s a pause.

“The man is said to be tall, has green eyes and dark hair. Someone said he had a royal sigil or something.”

Royal sigil.

Tall. Green eyes.

That sounds exactly like Warren.