Ch. Sorry Hayden, I’m Seven Months Pregnant with Another Man’s Baby 90 Sorry Hayden, I’m Seven Months Pregnant with Another Man’s Baby 90

Chapter 8 

Every day, Jon showed up outside my hospital room. 

Crutches. Bandages. Pitiful eyes. 

Every day, the guards threw him out in under a minute. 

I didn’t feel bad. 

My hands and feet were permanently damaged. No more piano. No more ballet. 

Alex was furious. “He still won’t sign the papers. After what he did to you, he has the nerve to keep 

showing up?” 

I ate my food. Real food. Home food. I’d missed it. 

“There are other ways to divorce.” 

Late one night, Jon slipped past the guards. 

“Evie. Evie.” 

I woke up with a start. 

He was next to me, holding my hand. 

“Evie. Forgive me. Please.” 

His eyes were sincere. His words poured out. 

“I was trying to teach you a lesson. I thought you’d come home. I sent people to look, I swear.” 

“I sent Tiffany away. No more women. Just you. I’ll be good.” 

I stared at him. No expression. 

“Why did I need a lesson, Jon?” 

He opened his mouth. Nothing came out. 

“You kicked me out. Kept my suitcase. Thin clothes, in a snowstorm. I almost died.” 

“No money. No ID. No hotel. No food.” 

Chapter 8 

75 76% 

“You know how I survived? I took a dead man’s spot. His blankets. His clothes. Two days, sleeping next to a corpse.” 

His eyes went red. 

“Sorry. Sorry, Evie. I’m sorry.” 

I pulled my hand away. 

“Jon. Divorce me.” 

“This marriage is killing us both. Let it go.” 

He dropped to his knees. His broken leg made him twist in pain. 

“No. No divorce.” 

“Evie, don’t leave me. Give me another chance. I’ll change. I swear.” 

I sighed. Nodded at the guards. 

They dragged him out. 

75.76% 

Chapter B