The CEO’s Regret: My Ex-Wife’s Secret Baby

"Let's get a divorce," Ethan Grant said.

By the floor-to-ceiling window, Diana Parker was looking down at the diamond necklace he had just fastened around her neck. Her hand froze at his words.

He continued, "Three years are up. Blair's back."

It felt as though something had pierced straight through her heart. The pain made her eyes sting instantly.

Blair Brooks, his true love. On their wedding night, he had told her that there would only ever be one woman in his heart.

"So this is my birthday present," Diana said.

This was the first time in three years of marriage that Ethan had celebrated her birthday. Now, the expensive diamond necklace around her neck felt like a heavy chunk of ice, suffocating her.

Ethan took a step back and studied her. "Are you crying?"

"Yes." Unable to hold back her tears, Diana simply let them flow freely.

But she still kept a smile on her lips. "I'm just happy. Finally free."

Ethan looked at her, his expression unreadable, as if he didn’t quite believe her.

She didn't care. She pushed past him and sat down at one end of the long table.

"Name your terms."

Ethan sat down across from her, the gentleness fading from his face, replaced by his usual cold detachment.

"Money, car, house, career, connections..."

Diana didn't answer.

Seeing her silent, he added, "I know you want to be an illustrator, publish books, hold exhibitions. I can help with all of that."

Diana laughed. "So you actually knew."

She had given up her career for this marriage, willing to be a housewife for three years, but in the end, she still got nothing.

Ethan frowned slightly, displeased with her somewhat sarcastic tone. "Just say it. What do you want?"

Diana blinked hard, squeezing out the last of her tears.

Her vision refocused as she regained her composure. "I want five percent of Grant Corporation's shares."

Ethan's face darkened immediately. "Diana, you're being greedy."

"That's right. Wasn't I after money when I married you in the first place?" Diana shrugged, her nails digging into her palm under the table, forcing herself to endure the pain in her heart.

"Money runs out, cars and houses lose value, and as for a career, I'm just a housewife. What skills do I have? Grant Corporation shares are different. I can just sit back and collect dividends every year, and with your ability, there's no way the company will go under."

Ethan's expression grew darker, his suppressed anger obvious.

"Can't bear to part with it?" Diana raised an eyebrow. "For your Blair, shouldn't you give this compensation without hesitation?"

"Why are you bringing her up?" Ethan finally spoke, his voice threatening.

Diana's heart was crushed again.

He didn't care about anything she said, but the moment she mentioned his true love, he immediately jumped to her defense.

"So you can give her a proper status quickly. What if people find out she's the other woman? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

Ethan's face darkened. "No one knows I'm married. Why would anyone think she's the other woman? Diana, are you threatening me?"

"How would I dare? You're so anxious, she's not pregnant, is she?" she asked back.

As soon as the words left her mouth, a wave of nausea hit her throat. She turned to the side and dry-heaved.

"Diana!" A vein bulged on Ethan's forehead, looking as if he'd been angered by her casual accusation.

What a performance. Diana silently applauded him in her heart.

Blair's taunting text had already been sent to her phone, the pregnancy test showing the baby was perfectly healthy, yet Ethan was here pretending nothing happened.

"I'll give you one billion."

He placed a divorce agreement in front of her, something he had clearly prepared in advance.

"If you want anything else, you can ask anytime before we get the divorce certificate, but shares are off the table."

Before he finished speaking, his phone rang.

The moment he answered, Ethan's tone became gentle. So he could be this patient when talking to other women.

Diana listened calmly.

She watched him promise to come right over, then stand up and put on his coat with quick movements.

"I've already signed. You should too, as soon as possible."

And just like that, he was gone. Soon, Diana was alone in the dining room.

The signature at the end of the divorce agreement was pressed so hard it went through the paper, like a slap across her face.

Diana slowly read through the contents, folded the document, put it in her bag, and didn't sign.

She wasn't going to give in so easily.

Taking out her phone, she made a call. "Dr. Cole, the thing I asked you to check, do you have results?"

"The pregnancy test is real. I checked the hospital system using the medical record number. There is such a patient, but the name was erased," Dr. Cole said.

Diana's heart ached again.

How ironic. He protected that woman so thoroughly that she didn't even use her real name at the hospital.

"Based on what we have, her approximate conception date was..." Dr. Cole gave a date.

Diana remembered—Ethan had indeed been on a business trip those days.

"But whose child it is, I definitely can't find out," Dr. Cole said helplessly.

Diana laughed. "It's fine, no need to check. How could Ethan let the woman he loves carry someone else's child?"

"Then..." Dr. Cole's tone carried sympathy.

"Can you write me a medical report? Make up some condition that says I can't have children and it's completely untreatable," Diana said matter-of-factly. "That way, old Mr. Grant will let me go."

"I can, but..." Dr. Cole took a breath. "You're already pregnant. Are you really not going to tell Ethan or the Grants?"

"That's my child. As long as he has me, that's enough. Having a father doesn't matter."

This was a decision Diana had steeled herself to make.

Just an hour ago, on her way to this meeting, Diana had nearly been hit by a car driving the wrong way in the city center.

She'd narrowly dodged it, scraping her knee, thinking it was just an accident, but then the car turned around and came at her again!

Luckily, a patrol officer happened to pass by, and she barely escaped with her life.

She'd been shaking all over and called Ethan, only to have Blair answer, saying he was in the shower.

Earlier, she'd thought Ethan wouldn't show up for her birthday, but he'd arrived on time, giving her hope, giving her a gift, and giving her this agreement.

Diana picked up the soda on the table and took a sip.

Then she went home to pack her things.