After Morning Sickness: My Ex-boyfriend's Plea for Reunion1
It'd been over three months since I broke up with my ex, and now I'd discovered I was pregnant. Not long after, his current fiancée showed up at my door, offering me two million dollars to have the baby and hand it over to her.
That was when I learned that my ex, who I had been with for three years, was actually a billionaire heir.
At that moment, all I could think was, "Liam Moore, you've got to be kidding me!"
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It was the end of December when a woman showed up at my door, her attitude as haughty as they come.
"Are you Cecilia Foster?" she demanded.
I frowned. "Yes, what's it to you?"
She introduced herself with a tone that left no room for misunderstanding, "I'm Leah Wilson, Liam's fiancée."
"Oh, I've been broken up with him for ages," I said, reaching for the door to shut it. Leah blocked my way.
Without missing a beat, she said, "I know you're pregnant."
I instinctively touched my still-flat belly. This was news to me, too. How does this woman find out so quickly?
To avoid any hassle, I fibbed, "It's not Liam's."