Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife

Feeling my weakened legs about to collapse, i slumped onto the wooden bench like a melted candle.

As I sat down wearily, a mother carrying her one-year-

old child passed in front of me. The mother was wearing a pale yellow sundress, and her hair was carelessly swept into a bun at her nape. The proof of laing, sleepless nights was visibly written all over her gent

The little boy giggled as the mother affectionately rubbed her nose against his.

I both reveled in and ached at the sight.

The mother entered the door of an upscale establishment that sold

baby clothes. She was out of my sight now, but I was still staring at the spot where

had last seen her.

Timagined myself as her, holding Dylan in my arms and hearing him giggle as I rubbed my nose against his, and suddenly tears blurred my vision,

My son was the same age as the boy when he was taken away from me. It had been two long years, but the same shot of pain still hit me hard.

As though the car accident had just happened yesterday, the scene played in my mind as clearly and vividly as a movie on a screen.

It was Dylan's first birthday.

Grey hadn't come home that night. In fact, he'd been away on a business trip for

the past three weeks, and not seeing him for that long felt like not seeing him for a decade.

I called his office, and his secretary answered. She confirmed he had returned from the business trip and was in his office to collect some important

documents he would review at home.

He hadn't called me that day. I didn't even receive a message. Maybe he ran out of battery. Grey wasn't the type to spend time on his phone, so completely understood why he hadn't reached out yet. I put on a silk pink dress. It was an off-shoulder style that I thought was too low-

cut, as it displayed half of my thighs, but I knew Grey loved how Hooked in that dress, so I wore it, thinking to surprise him in his office with Dylan. We could then go to a fancy restaurant to celebrate our son's b It had been a wonderful night filled with bliss, but things quickly went downhill.

I put Dylan in his baby seat and kissed him on the cheek, not knowing it would be the last time I would see and hold him in my arms.

I drove the car at a normal speed, watching Dylan play in the backseat

from time to time,

I hadn't been driving for long when I spotted a black Chevrolet behind me. It seemed like a coincidence at first, but when it didn't overtake my car, even though it had the chance, I suddenly became suspicious.

My sharp instincts warned me of an approaching danger.

With a powerful urge to protect Dylan, I pulled the car to the side of the road where the black Chevrolet had no chance of harming us. I would pretend I didn't see the car and let it pass ahead. Once it did, I woul I was maneuvering the car to the side of the road when the black Chevrolet sideswiped my car. The impact whirled my car in the middle of the road, and screamed in shock, trying to press the brake, which at th Dylan's fearful cries filled my ears. The sound of his terrified voice sent shivers down my spine. Even now, the memory of his scream still haunts me.

Tears blurred my vision, and I turned to prayers to save our lives as the ear piercing sound of horns tore through the night's sillance.

At that moment, if I had known what would happen, I shouldn't have brought my son with me. The sound of a car screeching to a halt pierced through my ears. But it was all too late.

Wham!

The last thing I remembered was my

my head slamming against the airbag and my vision fading as spiraling darkness sucked me

in,

The sound of hurried steps and panicky voices woke

me up. Still dazed and wincing with pain from my injuries, I tried to make out the jumble of words coming from all around me. It took me same time to understand what was going on. When I did, I wished I had n Dylan was trapped in the passenger seat.

my son's nam

name.

I could barely feel any pain at all, even though I was bleeding everywhere, as I forced myself to got up from the stretcher while screaming my

Please calm down, ma'am," a paramedic said, forcing me to lie down.

"No, my son's still in the cart" i sobbed, pushing her away with force. But I was so weak that it wasn't enough to drive her away.

Just as I was about to get up again, an ear-

shattering explosion deafened my ears. The car where Dylan was trapped was swallowed in flames and turned upside

down until it was barely visible amid the dark smoke surrounding it.

Helpless, I watched my son die in flames.

two years ago, but

ut the same shot of pain still numbed my heart.

The incident happened two yea

Children are expected to live longer than their parents, but in my case, my son died before me. And what pains me the most is the thought that he died miserable death.

I would never hold him in my arms-again.

Tears blurred my vision as memories flowed through me. Wiping the

tears from my eyes, I got up from the bench as I realized passersby were looking at

me now.

Quickly, Lelt the bench and continued walking without a particular destination in mind. I still couldn't go home right now looking like this. Mom would sense something was wrong and would beg me to tell the trut of me

was crossing the street when suddenly, a car on the side pulled

into the road. It was the only car in sight, Expecting it to slow down, I crossed on the pedestrian lane with long but slow stops. The car suddenly increased in speed, nearly running me down. With a startled cry, The car was nowhere to be seen now, but I was still on my knees, shocked by what had just happened.

Taking a deep breath, I summoned my trembling legs to get up and gather my belongings, which I had carelessly tossed as I jumped away from the car's path.

There was something familiar about that black Chevrolet.noveldrama

I thought to myself while dusting off the dirt from my clothes.

Suddenly, it hit me. The car was

ir was the same Chevrolet that sideswiped my car two years ago, resulting in a fatal accident

Who was the one behind the wheel?

It took me minutes to calm myself after that discovery. Whoever wanted to kill me two years ago was making a move again.