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