My Ex Husband Wants Me Back

Chapter 7

MICHELLE’S POV

I sit in the airplane. The place is cold but it’s not what gives me chills. I sit by the window, watching the clouds drift far below. From here, the sky has shades of orange and bruised purple. It’s beautiful… and I hate it.

I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be anywhere. But if I have to be somewhere, it sure as hell isn’t going to be London—not that city, not those people, not him.

Warren.

The name tastes like ash now. It used to make my chest flutter. Now it makes me sick.

I rest a hand against my lower abdomen, then snatch it away like I’ve touched something poisonous. I don’t want this baby. I can’t. It isn’t just a mistake—it’s a living reminder of the cruel joke that has become my life. What if the child is cruel like Warren? How am I going to raise it alone? Warren obviously doesn’t want me anymore so he won’t want this child.

I loved Warren. I trusted him. I believed in the version of him he gave me—warm smiles, gentle touches, promises whispered in the dark. And now?

He’s marrying someone else and it’s not just that. No. I still can’t wrap my head around what happened that night—those men, that alley, the setup. The terror.

He knew. He possibly sent them and now I’m carrying his child?

I press my forehead to the cold window and blink back the tears. I’ve cried too many already. He doesn’t deserve another drop of my pain.

I tell myself I won’t be weak anymore. I tell myself I’ll handle this. I’ll end this… permanently.

-

Florida’s heat hits me the moment I step out of the airport. I feel the heat immediately but I welcome it. At least it feels real. At least it doesn’t lie. I’ve made my decision. I’m going to get rid of this baby. I can’t raise it alone.

The next morning, I walk into the hospital with my jaw set.

“Appointment for Michelle Grant,” I tell the nurse at the front desk.

They take me to the clinic in the back. The room is white and quiet. Too quiet.

I sit on the exam bed in a flimsy hospital gown. My legs dangle over the side as the doctor explains the procedure. I barely hear a word. I stare at the wall. My hands tremble, but I force them still.

“You okay, Miss Grant?” the nurse asks kindly, putting a hand on my arm.

I nod. Lie.

They tell me to lie back. Prep the equipment. The doctor adjusts his gloves. And then—

My breath catches.

I look at the screen next to me. The monitor is still on from the last scan. And there it is—the shape. It was small and still forming. It’s still so early. But it has a heartbeat.

I can’t breathe. I look at it in shock. I feel something in my chest at the sight of it.

This… thing I cursed, resented, rejected—it’s alive.

My baby. My baby.

Tears fill up in my eyes at the sight of it. it looks so….beautiful…so perfect. The fact that there’s a life growing inside me and I can see it…it changes something inside me.

And suddenly I can’t do it.

“I—I need to stop,” I say quickly, sitting up.

The nurse blinks. “Ma’am?”

“I can’t do this. I need to leave.” I get off the bed immediately “I changed my mind. I’m sorry. I need to go.”

“Miss Grant, are you sure? You don’t have to rush—”

“I SAID I’M LEAVING!” I snap at her.

I’m out the door before they can say anything else.

-

Back in my hotel room, I don’t even bother turning on the lights. I go straight to the bathroom, turn the tap, and climb into the tub with my clothes still on.

The water pours over me, hot and stinging. I curl up beneath it. My arms are wrapped around my stomach, and the tears come in waves.

I cry like I haven’t in years. Not even when Warren betrayed me. Not even when I lay bruised in a dark alley with nothing but rage and horror in my chest.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper through my sobs. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl. I don’t know anything. But it doesn’t matter. I called him… it. Like it wasn’t alive. Like it wasn’t innocent.

“I’m sorry I said that. I was scared. I still am. But I won’t hurt you. I swear.”

I hold my belly, gently this time. A part of me expects to feel something. Movement. A sign. Anything. But there’s only the heat of the water and the slow rise and fall of my own breathing.

“I’ll protect you,” I whisper. “From all of them. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.”

And then… something in me changes.

The pain doesn’t leave. But it changes into something like hope. I make a decision. I’ll get revenge.

I will have my vengeance.

Nessa. Samantha. And most of all… Warren.

He will pay for what he did to me. For what he tried to do. For what he almost destroyed.

He will look me in the eyes one day and realize he lost the only woman who ever truly loved him.

A knock at the door breaks the silence.

My body tenses. I drag myself out of the tub, soaking and shaking, and pull on the nearest robe.

I walk to the door slowly. My heart is pounding loudly n my chest now. Who could it be? I’m not expecting anyone and neither did I order room service.

I hear another knock again.

I open it, fully ready to yell at whoever—

And then I freeze.

I open the door and I gasp in shock. Standing there is a man. He’s tall and muscular. Dressed in black. And his face—

My heart stops.

Warren?

I gasp, staggering back a step.

The man blinks and tilts his head. After I get a good look at him, I realize it’s not Warren but they look almost alike. They can pass for twins.

My hands tremble as I grip the edge of the door.

And for a moment, I can't breathe at all.