Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband

425 Pregnancy Truth Time (Winona)

Viktor and Klara take the kids back to the farmhouse for afternoon snacks. Abby clings to my hand, reluctant to go at first, but Klara promises there's fresh-baked bread, butter and honey waiting.

Sarah and Ava run off giggling, and Bobby trails behind Katalin, trying to look uninterested but failing miserably.

Jayden watches Bobby with a grin. "Um, do I need to have the talk with him?"

"He sure is smitten. But I think we're safe at the moment."

I watch them disappear, my heart hammering. It's just me and Jayden now, and I know what I have to do." I have something I need to say."

Jayden stands there, eyes fixed on me, waiting. I take a deep breath and reach into my pocket, my fingers closing around the folded piece of paper.

"Here," I say, holding it out to him. My voice is steadier than I feel. "Read this."

He steps closer, taking the paper from my hand. His eyes searching mine for some understanding. He unfolds it, his eyes scanning the words. I can see the moment it hits him, the mix of shock, hope, and fear that crosses his face. "A baby?" he whispers, looking up at me, his voice raw. "Our baby?"

I nod, my throat tight. "Yes," I manage. "A baby."

His eyes widen, and for a second, pure joy flashes across his face. But it's quickly replaced by concern, his brows knitting together. "Another miracle," he murmurs, his hand hovering near my stomach. "But... it's risky, isn't it? Like with Abby."

"Yes, even more so," I admit, my voice trembling. "High risk. I mean, the doctors always said it's impossible for me to carry to full term... ever."

"But... Henry wasn't full term..."

My eyes meet his and our combined hope crashes over me. "...know...but, what if? What if I start to believe and then... then, I end up with nothing?"

He rakes his hand through his hair. "Fuck. It's never easy for us, is it?"

"No. But, I'm pregnant. They said I never would be again, but here we are..."

"How far along?" he asks, desperation and worry bleeding into his words. "When did you find out? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Hook down, guilt washing over me. "About twelve weeks," I say quietly. "I got a home test the day you left for London. J... I needed to be sure..." I pause not wanting to say it out loud and draw a line under my own wrong decisions about that week. But it has to be said, so I force the words out... "To be sure you were the father... because of...well, you know the rest."

425 Pregnancy Truth Time

"God, this could've been Lance or Phillip's baby that's what you're saying?"

"Look, I did have protected sex with them. But things happen, contraceptives fail, there's always a chance, you know? I needed to know before I told you "Would you have told me? If I wasn't..."

That question stings but I get why he's asking and I also get how far we're apart emotionally right now. Just the fact that he had to ask it, speaks volumes.

But I said no more lies. "Honestly, I considered every angle. But in the end I knew you deserved to know the truth and to hear it from me in person. I would never lie to you about that, especially after you finding out about Greg and Gus. I'd never do that to my child." "Okay. Right. So what does this mean now? What is best for you, for the baby, for us?"

"I can't put anything before trying to get this baby as far along in the pregnancy as I can right now. I need support for that and you and I...it's not about us, you know? Not about me, it's about the baby."

"Understood. I agree. We just have to try and take this little tacker over the line."

I reach out, placing my hand over his. "Thank you."

His grip on my hand tightens, and he looks into my eyes. "Winona, this is serious. Another miracle baby... God, the thought of something happening to you or the baby..."

Tears well in my eyes, and I nod. "I know. It scares me too. But we have to be smart. We can't let Judy add to the stress. We need to make sure everything stays calm."

He exhales slowly, the weight of the situation sinking in. "What do we need to do?" he asks. "What's the plan? Do you have one?"

I take a breath, steadying myself. "We stick to the separation plan," I say. "Pretend to be apart, like we agreed. It'll keep Judy thinking she's winning while we focus on keeping the baby safe and you and Viktor gathering evidence against her." He nods. "We have to protect you and the baby. But how are you feeling? Are you okay?"

"I'm managing," I say softly. "I don't need to be wrapped in cotton wool. But stress is a huge factor, keeping my mind and body relaxed and blood pressure down is key."

"But there's no real guarantee, is there?"

"No, there's not," I say, swallowing the lump in my throat. "We have to be prepared for whatever happens. It's out of our hands, but we can give this baby the best chance. I think if I do that, then at least I'll know I did all I could f..."

He takes a shaky breath, his hands clenching and releasing at his sides. "I'll do whatever it takes," he says, his voice firm. "Even if we're pretending to be apart. Know that I'll be there for you and the kids, no matter what. Even if... even if we stay apart." I nod, feeling the strength of his promise.

But I'm not quite finished telling him everything yet.