The Billionaire's Scorned Ex-Wife is back for Revenge

Nichole's POV

The subtle knock on the door jolted me, and my heart leaped inside my chest. My head snapped toward the direction of the door, and I forced myself to breathe.

My hands trembled like flickering lights as I stuffed the report I was holding into my pocket... my pregnancy report.

I was supposed to be happy-this was what I'd always wanted-but a pang of doubt gnawed at me.

It had been a while since I'd seen my husband, Blake Hamilton William, the heir to H. Group. He was the current CEO, which could explain why he was always so busy. I barely had enough time with him. But now... today, he was mine.

My hands fastened over the doorknob, and with a shriek, the door opened, revealing my handsome devil.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted me with a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. Yet, it was enough to make my insides twist.

"Do I know you, sir?" I asked playfully, leaning against the doorframe and curling my hands against my chest.

"What's wrong with you?" Blake's tone had an edge of harshness that made me swallow hard. His eyes locked onto mine as he inched closer.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood still. Suddenly, his demeanor lightened, and his lips curved into a smile.

"Why do you get so tense so easily?" he smirked, tilting his head to the side. "I was just teasing you. There's no need to get so serious over nothing."

I gave a small smile and nodded. Blake was a complicated man, and despite being married for over three years, I was yet to fully understand him. The way he could shut me out or switch moods in an instant was unsettling.

"Hey, Bee."

The feminine voice made my eyes widen. Bee? Who was that? My mind began to spiral out of control.

Blake turned swiftly, his face lighting up.

"Lydia," he called out, and then I saw the way she jumped on him.

My chest tightened. Her face looked a little familiar, but I couldn't quite place her. The real question was, why was she here? Worse, how did she even know Blake?

"Oh my God, is this the Nichole I've heard so much about? It's a shame we haven't met sooner," Lydia squeaked, stretching out her hand to me. My jaw tightened as I turned to Blake with a furrowed brow.

"Who is this, honey?" I asked, forcing a smile.

Blake tucked his hands into his pockets, a grin appearing on his face as he turned to Lydia. They exchanged a glance that made me feel unsettled.

"She's Lydia. A friend," he said in a dry tone.

"A friend, really?"

I tried not to make my jealousy obvious, but I was never one to hide my emotions.

"What is your problem? I just said she's a friend. What other explanation do you want?" Blake barked, and I pressed my lips together.

Was he seriously yelling at me