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Craving my ex-husband's twin brother: Accidentally Pregnant for them both  Novel Cover

Craving my ex-husband's twin brother: Accidentally Pregnant for them both

My life turned upside down the moment I found out I was pregnant. My infertile husband-Ryan Xavier accused me of cheating, he divorced me, humiliated me, and left me questioning my own sanity because I knew I didn't cheat on him. My world collapsed all over again when the doctor confessed he made a terrible mistake. He had mistakenly injected me with another man's embryo and the baby inside me doesn't belong to any random person...it belongs to Kian Xavier. My ex-husband Ryan's twin brother. The richest and most feared billionaire tycoon in the city. Now that I'm carrying his child, Kian isn't ready to let me go just like that. He offered me a one year contract marriage -no emotions, no intimacy, just protection until the baby was born, with no other where to turn to, I accepted. I swore I'd keep my distance... but every time he looked at me, every time he touched me, my heart betrayed me and I found myself falling for him. Then my ex-husband Ryan found out, the man who once abandoned me became obsessed with having me back. He wanted to destroy what Kian and I had, to remind me that I'd once belonged to him. Then my pain deepened when the doctor revealed another truth. I'm pregnant with twins and they don't share the same father. One belonged to Kian, my new husband, and my ex-husband's twin brother, while the other baby belongs to Ryan, my ex-husband. Now I'm trapped between two brothers-one I should hate, one I can't resist. Both crave me. Both claim me. Neither is willing to let me go. How would I choose between the man who broke me... and the one I was never meant to love.
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Chapter 2

Aria's POV

Rain poured from the heavens in heavy sheets, soaking through my clothes as I walked aimlessly down the dark street. I wrapped my trembling arms around myself, but the cold still cut through my skin. Tears mixed with rainwater, blurring my vision until I could barely see the road ahead.

I didn't care. I wanted the rain to wash me clean-to strip away the ache in my chest, the betrayal that burned too deep, too numb.

The only man I'd ever loved, the only family I had left after my mother's death, had turned against me. Ryan wasn't just my husband, he's also the reason my mother died-and yet, he'd still thrown me out like I meant nothing.

My throat tightened as memories clawed their way back.

I remember the night we argued over something petty, he blocked all my bank accounts, cutting me off completely.  

Days later, my mom met with a brutal car accident and needed immediate surgery. I knelt before Ryan, begging him for money or to unfreeze my account so I could pay for my mom's treatment. He looked down at me, his eyes full of disgust.

"Pathetic," he'd said. "You don't deserve a dime of my money."

A week later, my mother died in agony.

I should've hated him then. I should've left.

But I stayed-because I was powerless. Because I was too broken to believe I could live without him.

He never loved me. Deep down, I always knew it. Our marriage hadn't begun as a love story-it was a mistake. Three years ago, one locked hotel room door had ruined everything. That mistake turned into a marriage neither of us asked for.

A shaky breath left my lips. I could still hear his voice echoing in my head.

Disgusting. Filthy. Trash. Whore.

Three years of loyalty. Three years of standing by him through his kidney disease ailment, when everyone else walked away...and this was what I got.

My chest heaved. I wanted to scream until my lungs tore apart. I wanted to ask him how he could forget everything-the sickness, the pain, the nights I stayed consoling him when he was so exhausted, when he himself thought he was going to die from the sickness. 

But what's the point? He'd already made up his mind.

The thunder boomed with a deafening roar, shaking the ground beneath me. But I didn't even move, my mind was miles away as I wandered in the middle of the dark streets.

Then all of a sudden, a pair of headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the rain-soaked street. A car was speeding towards me, and for a moment, I stood in the middle of the road as the car continued to honk, my mind too numb to react.

I blinked, snapping out of my daze, and before my legs could react and move, the car was already too close.

The tires screeched against the asphalt. The sharp sound pierced through the night, followed by a blinding spray of rainwater.

"Ahhh!" I screamed, throwing my arms over my face.

Then everything went black.

********

The scent of antiseptic filled my nose when I opened my eyes. Bright white light stung my vision. My body felt heavy, as if I were underwater.

Confused, I blinked several times, my gaze darting around the sterile white room.

"Where... am I?" I croaked.

A soft voice answered beside me. "Please don't move, ma'am. You fainted earlier." 

I turned weakly toward the nurse standing by the bed, her blue scrub top dotted with faint water stains.

"I'm... in a hospital?" I rasped. "What happened?"

"You were found unconscious near the road," she explained gently. "A man brought you in, he said you were almost hit by his car."

Oh. That's right. The rain... the headlights. I must have blacked out.

"Thank God," I whispered, relief loosening the knot in my chest. "He saved me?"

"Yes, ma'am. You're lucky."

I tried to sit up, panic shooting through me. My hand went instinctively to my stomach. "My baby-"

The nurse placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry. The baby is fine. Just rest."

Tears stung my eyes again, this time from relief. I sank back onto the pillow, taking a shaky breath.

As the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights filled the room, a strange familiarity crept over me.

The smell. The color of the walls. Even the pattern on the curtains-

My heart skipped.

"I've... been here before," I murmured.

And then it hit me like a bolt of lightning.

This was the same hospital. The same ward where I came weeks ago for that fertility vitamin shot.

Yes! It's the same hospital

My pulse quickened. My stomach tightened.

C-could they have something to do with my pregnancy?

No. No, this can't be a coincidence.

I need to see my gynecologist.

I swung my leg off the bed. "Where's Dr. Hayes?" 

The nurse blinked. "Pardon?"

"I need to see Dr. Hayes. Right now!"

She hesitated. "Ma'am, you just woke up from a near accident. You need to rest, please, any stress could affect the baby-"

"That's none of your business!" I snapped, louder than I intended. "Tell me where his office is!"

Startled, the nurse jerked back slightly, then quickly replied. "Uhm...he's in the office, just down the hall, second door on the left-"

I didn't wait. I pushed the blanket aside and climbed off the bed, as I rushed out of the room.

My pulse roared in my ears as I stormed down the corridor.

Something is wrong. Terribly wrong.

And only Dr. Hayes has the answers to it.

I burst into Dr. Hayes's office without knocking, papers scattered from the sudden gust of air.

He looked up sharply, eyes widening. "Mrs. Xavier? You-what's wrong?"

I walked straight to his desk, my voice trembling but sharp. "I'm pregnant, Doctor. And I don't know how."

His expression faltered. The color drained from his face.

"I came here a few weeks ago for a fertility vitamin shot," I said, my breath coming fast. "My husband is infertile, and I've never been with another man. So tell me...how am I pregnant?"

Dr. Hayes's gaze darted everywhere but at me. Sweat gathered at his temple.

"Speak!" I slammed my palms on the desk.

"A-Actually..." He stuttered, wiping his damp hands on his coat. "There... there was a mix-up that day."

My stomach dropped. "A mix-up?"

He swallowed hard. "I accidentally injected you with an embryo meant for another patient. A billionaire's surrogate mother. I-I mixed up the files."

For a second, I forgot how to breathe. "An... embryo?"

He nodded, voice trembling. "Yes, ma'am."

I stumbled back, pressing a hand to my mouth.

What is he saying? 

An embryo? 

So I'm... I'm carrying someone else's child?

My mind reeled as the weight of his words settled in.

No. No. This can't be happening. I was supposed to get a fertility vitamin shot, not an embryo.

I shook my head slowly, a cold shiver crawling down my spine.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest rising and falling unevenly. "W-wait..." I whispered, my voice trembling. "So... you... you implanted me with someone else's child?"  

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Xavier-"

"Sorry for what?!" I snapped, cutting him off, my voice shaking with rage. "You ruined my life, Doctor! Do you realize what you've done?!"

He flinched under my glare. "I never intended-"

"Quiet!" I hissed, cutting him off. "Just tell me, whose embryo am I carrying?"

"Whose embryo is it?!" I yelled.

The doctor stiffened, eyes wide with panic, caught completely off guard. Before he could respond, a knock came at the door. The handle turned.

Dr. Hayes' face went pale as he pointed towards the doorway with shaky hands. "I-It's his."

I turned slowly, my eyes meeting the person. My breath caught up in my throat as I stared at the man in a black suit that had walked in.

"You?" I whispered. "Kian Xavier."

My heart dropped to my stomach, as my eyes locked in his.

Kian Xavier-the most feared, powerful, notorious and infamous billionaire of Oceania City.    

And he...he's my ex-husband's twin brother. Kian.

My hand instinctively went to my belly as reality came crashing down.

I'm pregnant with my ex-husband's twin brother's baby.

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