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Divorced At Dawn Pregnant With The Ceo's Secret Heir Novel Cover

Divorced At Dawn Pregnant With The Ceo's Secret Heir

On the day she discovers she is pregnant, Amara is handed divorce papers by the man she loved for three years. Betrayed by her husband and her best friend, she walks away with nothing-except the secret growing inside her. But what Ethan Cole doesn't know is that the woman he abandoned is not weak... and not alone. When Amara returns as a powerful heiress, no longer the woman he could control, Ethan begins to regret everything. But as secrets unravel and the truth about her pregnancy comes closer to light, one question remains- When he finally finds out the child is his... will it already be too late?
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Chapter 5

The meeting ended but the tension in the room did not fade People stood up slowly gathering their documents speaking in low voices I closed my file calmly and rose from my seat without looking in his direction Every movement was steady controlled I would not give him even a second of weakness Miss Amara a representative said politely we look forward to working closely with you I nodded once The same here My grandfather spoke with a few board members while I stepped aside to leave I could feel his gaze on me Heavy constant impossible to ignore But I did not turn Not yet I walked toward the door One step Two steps Then a voice came from behind me Amara My name sounded different in his mouth now Not familiar Not warm Just uncertain I stopped For a brief moment silence filled the space between us Then I turned slowly Our eyes met His expression was no longer calm There was confusion there And something else he was trying to hide What is it Mr Cole I said My voice was polite distant professional The title hit him harder than I expected Mr Cole Not Ethan Not anything close Just a name A boundary He stepped closer We need to talk I held his gaze for a moment before replying About what His jaw tightened slightly About us There is no us I said calmly The words were simple but they cut clean Around us people slowed down pretending not to listen Vanessa stood a few steps away her expression stiff Ethan took another step closer lowering his voice This is not the place Then choose another place I replied Because I am busy I turned slightly ready to leave but his hand reached out and caught my wrist The contact lasted only a second But it was enough Enough to bring back memories I had already buried Enough to remind me of everything I had lost I looked down at his hand then back at him Let go I said quietly Something in my tone made him pause Then slowly he released me The distance between us returned Do not touch me again I added My voice was still calm but there was steel beneath it Ethan eyes darkened slightly You are avoiding me No I said I am prioritizing myself The difference is important For a moment he had no answer Because this was not the response he expected Not from me Not from the woman who used to wait for him without question Vanessa finally stepped forward forcing a smile Amara we were just worried about you Her voice was soft but I could hear the tension in it I turned my gaze to her slowly Worried The word felt almost amusing There was a time when I would have believed her Not anymore You do not need to worry about me I said Focus on your own life Her smile stiffened slightly Ethan looked between us his expression unreadable I shifted my attention back to him If there is nothing else I have work to do He spoke again before I could leave You changed I paused for a brief second Then I looked at him one last time No I said quietly I finally understood The meaning behind those words settled between us Heavy and undeniable Without waiting for his response I turned and walked away This time I did not stop Did not hesitate Did not look back Behind me Ethan stood still Watching Processing For the first time he felt something unfamiliar rise in his chest It was not anger It was not control It was something else Something that made him uneasy Something that made him want to follow Something that made him realize He was the one being left behind Outside the building I stepped into the waiting car The door closed softly behind me As the car began to move I allowed myself a small breath Not relief Not sadness Just calm I placed my hand on my stomach again We are moving forward I whispered softly No one will stop us Not anymore Inside the building Ethan remained where he was His eyes fixed on the door she had just walked through Vanessa called his name but he did not respond immediately His mind was elsewhere On her voice Her words Her distance He had expected resistance Tears Maybe even anger But not this Not calm rejection Not indifference For the first time Ethan Cole felt something slip beyond his control And this time He was not sure he could get it back

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