The Divorced Billionaire's Ex-Wife is Pregnant with Twins

Everything hurt. Then it didn't.One second I'm screaming, hands on my huge belly, thinking "not the babies, please god not—" and the next? I'm blinking at my teenage ceiling. The one with that stupid glow-in-the-dark star sticker I put up when I was twelve and never took down.I sit up so fast my head spins. Stomach? Flat. No kicks. No twins. Just me in my ratty old tank top and shorts, heart hammering like I'd run a marathon.Mirror. I stumble over, grab the edges.Twenty-three. Smooth skin. Long hair I used to hate because it got in my face. Not the tired thirty-year-old with bags under her eyes and stretch marks who died in that crash."Holy shit," I whisper. My voice cracks. "I'm... back?"Memories slam in. Huo Yan smiling while he signed the divorce papers in the delivery room. Lin Weiwei giggling in the background like it was all a joke. My parents pretending they didn't know he was screwing my half-sister while I carried his kids. The car swerving because I was crying too hard to see the road.I died hating them all.And now? July 15th. The night before the engagement party where Huo Yan was gonna parade Weiwei around like his real date and make me smile through it.A laugh bubbles up—ugly, sharp. "You assholes have no idea what's coming."I yank open the closet. Pastel crap everywhere—Mom's idea of "sweet bride material." Screw that. I dig out the red dress I bought on a whim once, never wore because "what would people think?"It hugs tight. Low neck. Bold as hell.Phone buzzes. Huo Yan.Husband-to-be: Xiaxia, don't forget to look nice tomorrow. Weiwei's coming too. Behave.I stare at it. In the old life I would've hearted it. Said something cute.Now? I type: Can't wait to see you both. Got a surprise.Send. Block.Mom knocks. "Xiaxia? Dress fitting in ten—"I open the door before she finishes. "No fitting. Wearing this."Her eyes bug out at the red. "You can't! It's inappropriate—""Inappropriate?" I step closer. "Like selling your daughter to a cheating bastard to save Dad's gambling debts? That's appropriate?"She goes white. "How—""I know everything." My voice shakes a little. Not fear. Rage. "The company? Dad's fault. Huo Yan's 'help'? Strings attached. Me as collateral. Done playing."She stammers. I brush past.Weiwei's room. Door cracked. Giggling inside."...yeah Yan-ge, she'll look ridiculous next to me. White dress, innocent vibes. She won't even notice—"I shove the door open.She yelps, phone dropping. "Sister?!"I pick it up. Screen still on. Photos. Them. Naked. Tangled. Hotel timestamps from last month.My stomach twists—not heartbreak. Just... gross.In the old life I cried over these. Begged for explanations.Now? I toss the phone on her bed. "Keep your souvenirs. I got screenshots anyway." Lie, but who cares? Her face drains of color."You're insane," she hisses. "He loves me. You're just—""Just the idiot who trusted him?" I cut in. "Yeah. Was. Not anymore."I lean in. "Tomorrow? Enjoy the show. It's gonna be fun."She grabs my wrist. Nails digging. "If you say anything—"I shake her off. Easy. "Say? Nah. I'm showing."Out. Downstairs. Maids staring. Whatever.Outside. Night air hits my face. Cool. Real.Phone out. Scroll contacts. Stop on one I never called before.Gu Jingchen.Met him once at some boring gala. Tall. Scary quiet. Eyes like he could ruin your life with a glance. Huo Yan hated him. Called him "the devil in a suit."Good.I type fast: Mr. Gu, Lin Xia here. Huo Yan's embezzling from my family's company. Got proof. Also cheating with my sister. Wanna talk? Tonight?Send.Heart pounding.Reply: Where.Short. No bullshit.Rooftop bar, Gu Tower. One hour.I grab a cab. Red dress in the back seat feels like armor.City lights streak by. I touch my stomach—empty now, but I remember the weight. The kicks. The love I never got to give.This time, if I ever have kids? They'll have someone who doesn't throw them away.Gu Tower looms. Security guy eyes me."Meeting Mr. Gu."Phone call. Nod. Up I go.Rooftop. Empty except him.Black suit. Leaning on the rail. Wind messing his hair a little.He turns.Eyes dark. No smile. Just... watching."Miss Lin." Voice low. Smooth but cold. "You better have something good. I don't do late-night chats for nothing."I walk up. Heels loud on the tiles.Stop close. Too close maybe. Smell his cologne—woodsy, expensive, makes my head fuzzy for a second."Five minutes," I say. "That's all I need."I hold out my phone. Photos from Weiwei's. Transaction records I remembered from the old life—dates, amounts, his signature."Huo Yan's screwing me over. Literally and financially. Proof right here. You hate him, right? Use this. Ruin him."He glances at the screen. Then back at me.Eyes slide down—red dress, curves, back up.Something shifts. Not soft. Hungry maybe.He steps closer. I don't back up."Five minutes?" he murmurs. "Think you'll need the whole night."My breath catches.Shit. This might actually work.And maybe... I don't hate it.