Hinovel
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INTRODUCTION: Pregnant and Abandoned Marriage was never supposed to feel like loneliness. But for Isabella Carter, it did. For three years, she lived as Andrew Collins’ wife, the woman who shared his name, his home, and his life…Yet she is never his heart. Their marriage was built on a contract. A simple agreement,No love, No expectations and No promises. At least, that’s what it was supposed to be. But Isabella made one mistake. She believed that kindness could soften him. That patience could change him. That one day… he might finally see her. But love was never part of Andrew Collins’ world. He's Cold,Powerful and Untouchable. He was a man who controlled everything except emotions he refused to feel. And when the past returned in the form of a woman he truly wanted… Isabella became unnecessary and disposable. With a single decision, he ended their marriage Without knowing… She was carrying his child. Isabella left with a broken heart and a life growing inside her, she disappears from his world. But time changes everything. Years later, the woman who once endured silently returns. Not as the wife he abandoned… But as someone he can no longer reach. And this time she's not the one being left behind.
Chapter 1: The Divorce He Demanded
“Sign it.”
That word fell cold.
Sharp and Final.
Isabella Carter looked at the document on the table, her fingers shaking as she read the bold words again.
Divorce Agreement.
For a moment… She didn’t say anything or move.
Couldn’t breathe or speak.
Isaballe talked to herself. “Three years”.
Three good years of marriage.
And it just ended like this?
Slowly, she looked up.
At the table sat Andrew Collins.
Her husband.
Was cold, clam and Untouchable.
Just like he always does.
There was no anger in his expression.
No hesitation and no regret either.
Only indifference.
“Is there any problem?” he asked, his voice low and distant, as if this was nothing more than another business contract.
Isabella swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in her throat.
Why?..... It was a simple question.
But it carried everything she had been holding back for years.
Andrew couldn't answer immediately.
He leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping once against the armrest.
Then, because this marriage has served its goal.
Her heart dropped.
Served its goal?
To him…
That’s all it had ever been.
“contract”.
Isabella speaks softly, almost soundless.
“Three years,” she whispered. And that’s all it means to you?
Andrew’s expression didn’t change.
“It was never meant to be more.”
The words hit her harder than she expected.
Even though…
She had always known.
That this marriage from the very beginning, had never been about love.
Isabella remembered three years ago when her father told her about this contract marriage.
“You will marry him.”
Her father’s voice had been steady and unyielding.
Isabella stood frozen, disbelief flooding her chest.
“Marry… Andrew Collins?”
One of the most powerful men in the country.
A billionaire.
A man far above her world.
It’s a contract marriage, her father continued. “Three years. That’s all.”
And after that?, You walk away.
At least…
That’s how it was supposed to be.
But no one had warned her that those feelings don’t follow contracts.
Back to the present.
“I see,” Isabella said quietly.
Her fingers shook slightly against her dress.
She should have expected this.
She didn't expect this.
So why did it still hurt?
“I’ve already arranged everything,” Andrew continued calmly. The settlement, the house, your expenses.
Isabella replied I don’t want it.
He stopped.
For the first time, his eyes lifted fully to meet hers.
What?
I said, I don’t want anything from you.
Her voice was soft.
But steady.
Andrew’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Don’t be irrational.
A faint smile touched Isabella’s lips.
But there was no warmth in it.
I’m not being irrational, she said. I just don’t want to owe you anything.
Not anymore.
A brief silence settled between them.
Heavy, Uncomfortable and Andrew studied her.
As if he is trying to understand something that didn’t make sense.
Because this wasn’t the Isabella he knew.
The quiet woman who always endured.
The one who never argued and never resisted.
But today…
She wasn’t looking at him the same way.
There was no expectation in her eyes anymore.
Only distance.
“Sign it,” he said again, his tone colder this time.
Isabella looked down at the document.
At the place where her name was written.
Mrs Isabella Collins.
Her chest tightened.
Slowly… she picked up the pen.
Her hand paused for just a second.
A small, almost invisible hesitation.
Then…..She signed.
Just like that.
Three years of marriage…Ended in a single stroke.
She placed the pen down gently and pushed the document back toward him.
“It’s done.”
Andrew nodded as if nothing important had just happened.
Andrew now said as of today, you’re no longer….
“I know.”
She stood up before he could finish.
For a brief moment, their eyes met again.
And something flickered in Andrew’s eyes.
Too fast to understand, too quick to catch and then it was gone.
Take care of yourself, he said flatly.
Isabella gave a small nod.
But she didn’t say anything in return.
Because there was nothing left to say.
She turned and walked away step by step without looking back.
Outside the mansion…
The cold air hit her face.
Sharp and real.
Isabella stopped walking.
Her hand slowly moved to her stomach.
A small, unconscious gesture her fingers pressed lightly against it.
And for the first time…Her composure broke, and tears slipped down her face silently.
I’m sorry…she whispered, not to Andrew.
But to the life growing inside her.
Because he didn’t know and he never would.
And she would never tell him.
Behind her, inside the mansion.
Andrew stood still, his eyes looking at the door she had just walked through.
For some reason…The room felt emptier than before. He frowned slightly.
Then dismissed it. Because to him nothing had changed.
But in reality…Everything had.