Pregnant and Married to a Billionaire My Ex Cries in Regret

I was Michael’s fiancée, bound by a decade of shared history as childhood sweethearts. Yet, after the wedding ceremony, he repeatedly found excuses to postpone signing our marriage certificate.

During our honeymoon, when I voiced my concerns, a few instigating words from his “first love” were all it took for him to abandon me in a chaotic foreign country I had never set foot in before.

Three years later, we met again. The man lazily sized me up and said,

“Three years alone in a foreign land. Do you realize your mistake now?”

Alone? I squeezed the pregnancy test report in my hand. I got married two years ago. Looking at Michael, fuming in the hospital, it took me a moment to even recognize him. “You are… Michael?”

The Michael I once knew couldn’t wait to stay far away from me, avoiding me like the plague. But now, the moment he spotted me from afar, he hurried over in a frenzy.

“Sherry, what are you doing at the hospital?”