Back In The Arms Of My Billionaire Ex Husband

Ashley sat down patiently, waiting eagerly for her test results. She had been feeling nauseous and fatigued lately, and her late period made her even more restless.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, pulling her from her thoughts as the gynecologist appeared before her with a bright smile.

"Mrs. Montclair, I'm happy to announce that you're expecting," she said, handing over the results.

Ashley froze, her legs rooted to the ground. On her way to the hospital, the thought had crossed her mind, but she'd tried her best to discard it.

She walked out of the hospital, her hands trembling slightly as she got into the car. As the driver pulled away, she bit her lip, wondering how her husband, Dante Montclair, would react to such news.

He had been acting strange lately, coming home late, leaving her messages on read, and completely ignoring her existence. The thought made her stomach twist. She hoped he would react positively, that maybe this baby would bring them closer.

With that new thought, Ashley inhaled sharply, restraining her mind from running wild.

It was just past six in the evening when Ashley turned off the stove and let out a quiet sigh of relief. The scent of simmering beef filled the kitchen. She wiped the light sweat from her forehead and slipped off her apron, draping it neatly over the counter.

Carrying the serving dishes to the dining table, she arranged them carefully, hoping tonight would be different, hoping Dante would come home early for once so she could break the good news to him.

Lately, he had formed a habit of staying out late, and the unanswered calls from earlier had left her with a knot of worry. Each time she tried, the line had come back with the same cold message: User busy.

The click of the front door opening broke her thoughts. Dante strode in, whistling a cheerful tune that echoed through the quiet apartment.

"You're back!" Ashley said, genuinely surprised and even more taken aback by the light in his eyes. She couldn't remember the last time he had come home in such a good mood.

"What's the occasion? You seem happy," she remarked, stepping forward to take his jacket from him.

He didn't answer right away, just slipped off his shoes and loosened his tie.

"I made your favorite tonight," Ashley said, smiling softly. "Go freshen up so we can have dinner together. It's been a while, and I have something to tell you."

"We're having dinner at my parents'," he said casually, already turning toward the stairs. "Reese is back from London. She came by the office to surprise me earlier, and we grabbed lunch together."

The words hit her like a slap. She stood there, jacket still in hand, her smile frozen. Reese. The name that had lived rent-free in her marriage for years. The girl his mother once mentioned with a smile too sweet to be kind, the one who, in her eyes,