We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back ( Billionaire Contract Wife)

“Congratulations, Mrs. Spencer. You’re pregnant… with Triplets.”

The doctor’s voice was calm, almost cheerful, but the words struck me like thunder. Pregnant? With triplets? My mouth fell open, yet no sound came out.

I shook my head, stammering, “B-but I’ve been taking the pills.”

The doctor tilted her head slightly, concern flickering across her face. “Is there any day you missed taking them?”

My hands tightened on my lap. I searched my memory but found nothing certain. Lately, my mind has been foggy, always drifting in confusion, too many worries clawing at me. Had I… forgotten? “I… I don’t remember,” I muttered, my throat dry.

“Sometimes pills don’t work,” she said softly. Then, after a pause, her voice lowered, almost hesitant. “Don’t you want the child, ma?”

My lips parted, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. “I don’t.”

Her words echoed in the sterile hospital room, bouncing against the walls of my heart. My mind dragged me back two years, to Elijah’s cold office, the smell of leather and expensive cologne filling the air. He had handed me the document with his usual detached expression.

I remembered my eyes scanning the fine print, my stomach tightening when I reached the third clause. No children in the marriage. That was five years ago

“Mrs. Jenna,” the doctor’s voice broke into my memories again, pulling me back. “But you’ll have to take care of these children. I noticed your uterus is slightly deformed. Getting pregnant again… might be impossible.”

The words pierced me deeper than I expected. Impossible?

I forced a small smile, though my chest felt like stone. “Thank you so much, Doctor.” My voice was polite, brittle, hollow. I stood up, gathering my things with trembling hands.

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The drive home was silent except for the hum of the engine. My mind drifted to the early days of our marriage. That first year, Elijah had been… worse than living in hell but a few years back He had made me break the first clause of our contract—the one that forbade me from falling in love.

But everything changed when she returned. His first love. The woman who had been away received treatment abroad. From that day on, Elijah warmth had turned to ice.

I pulled into our driveway, my hands gripping the wheel even after I turned off the engine. I sat there for a while, staring blankly at the gates of the house I no longer considered home. Marriage was supposed to be built on love and trust, but for Elijah… marriage was a business deal.

From the very start, he had made it clear:

You’ll be my contract wife. You won’t meddle in my private life. I wouldn’t have married you if my first love wasn’t severely ill. I just needed a wife in name—for the company.*

I could still hear his cold, steady voice as if he were sitting beside me now.

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When I finally entered the mansion, the silence wrapped around me like a shroud. I went straight to the bathroom, peeling off my clothes, and sank into the bathtub. Warm water closed over me, but it did little to wash away the fog in my head.

This was all a deal. No feelings attached. That was the mantra I repeated to myself, even as my heart bled with memories of the past two years.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror afterward, standing naked in the dim light of our bedroom. My body looked the same—flat stomach, no sign of life inside me. Yet I knew the truth. I pressed my palm against my belly. Inside me, two fragile beings had begun to grow.

My stomach growled loudly, reminding me of the present. I slipped on a robe and dragged myself to the kitchen. Cooking for myself only—long ago.

I pushed those thoughts aside as I focused on the small meal in front of me. I had to protect them now—these little ones. They were all I had.

After eating, The whole work consumed me. I began to work with my laptop in the living room and fell asleep on the couch.

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A sudden knock startled me awake.Who could it be at this hour?

When I opened the door, my heart skipped. His Assistant and friends werethere, holding him up by the shoulders. Elijah was slumped, clearly drunk.

“What happened?” I asked, worry slipping out despite myself.

One of the friends smirked mischievously. “Oh, he wanted to celebrate Gwen's return and have some fun, you know?”

I ignored the tone he used ,I knew they didn't like me and held out my arms. “Just hand him over. I’ll take care of him.”

“Alright. Goodnight, Mrs Jenna ” His friend winked, handing Elijah to me before strolling away.

I pulled Elijah inside, shutting the door with a quiet thud. My gaze lingered on his face. Even drunk, he looked impossibly composed.

I had wanted to tell him tonight. About the pregnancy. About everything. But looking at him now, unconscious and smelling of alcohol, I knew this wasn’t the right time.

Sighing, I loosened his tie. As I reached for his jacket, a light lit up from his inner pocket. His phone.

For a moment, I hesitated. Then curiosity and fear got the better of me. I slid it out and glanced at the glowing screen.

One message. Just one, but it shattered me.

Elijah darling, remember our plans to visit my parents tomorrow.

My hand trembled. The phone slipped from my grip and landed with a dull thud on the bed.

My body felt weak, my heart screaming silently. Tears stung my eyes as I whispered, “Of course. Her.”

Everyone in the company knew her name—his first love. Elijah's’ heartthrob. And worse… she was my adopted sister.The perfect daughter everyone chose,even my own parents

Now she is back. And she had him again.

I tightened the robe around me, turned my back to Elijah's’s sleeping figure, and let the tears fall freely.

Inside me, three tiny liv

es grew quietly. The only proof that I still had something worth holding onto.

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