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The Heartbreak Prescription Chapter 1158

Ivy read through the divorce agreement carefully. There were no issues at all.

She slowly picked up the pen, moved to the signature line at the bottom, and began to sign.

She wrote the first stroke of her name—then froze.

She didn’t know why, but a flicker of reluctance surfaced inside her.

Ivy had thought she could sign without hesitation. Yet in that moment, scenes with Nathan replayed vividly in her mind.

His manners. His gentleness. His dominance. The way he had stood up for her.

Every detail resurfaced with unsettling clarity.

A thought flashed through her mind.

Had she fallen for Nathan?

Impossible.

Ivy shut the thought down immediately. She believed a rational woman didn’t fall in love. Long ago, she had sworn that romance would never be part of her life.

She tightened her grip on the pen and signed her name in one clean, decisive motion.

Just then, her phone chimed.

Ivy glanced down. A message from Wanda.

It contained her prenatal appointment details—the clinic and the doctor’s schedule.

Ivy rested a hand over her still-flat stomach, and her mood lifted without warning.

No matter how she looked at it, she hadn’t lost out.

Nathan’s near-perfect genetics, paired with the Lowe family bloodline—however you framed it, it was a winning hand.

She slipped the divorce agreement into her bag and stood.

“Come with me to the hospital.”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Ivy took Madge with her. There was no chance she was calling Nathan.

The fact that he hadn’t interfered with the pregnancy was already more than she’d expected. She didn’t dare hope he’d accompany her to a checkup.

Nathan returned to his room, took a cold shower, then changed into a clean shirt and slacks before heading downstairs.

The dining room was empty. Ivy was gone.

“Good morning, Mr. Lowe. Mrs. Lowe left for work earlier,” Wanda said.

Nathan sat down and took a sip of milk without a word.

Wanda frowned. “I hate to lecture you, but Mrs. Lowe is pregnant. How could you stay out all night yesterday? You weren’t fooling around somewhere, were you?”

His expression didn’t change. “I was working late at the office.”

Wanda smiled, visibly relieved. She knew him well enough. “Don’t do anything foolish outside. Mrs. Lowe is pregnant—you need to be more considerate of her.”

Nathan’s lips curved faintly as he asked flatly, “Does she need my consideration?”

He sneered inwardly. To her, what was he, really?

Everything that had happened recently felt fake now. That woman was a complete fraud. Her sweetness, her tenderness—every bit of it had been nothing more than a way to secure his child.

Nathan tightened his grip on the milk glass.

“What kind of thing is that to say?” Wanda snapped. “Do you have any idea how hard pregnancy is on a woman?”

“No.”

He had never planned to have a child.

And now, out of nowhere, he was about to become a father.

“Well, pregnancy comes with morning sickness, sleepless nights, and changes to the body,” Wanda said. “And when it’s time to give birth, she’ll be risking her life.”

Nathan paused, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“This is your first child,” Wanda continued. “You’re going to be a father.”

He was going to be a father.

His first child.

Nathan had been so consumed by his anger toward Ivy that he’d barely thought about the baby at all.

Only now did it feel real.

He was going to be a dad.

“When you go with Mrs. Lowe for her prenatal checkup later, remember to be patient,” Wanda reminded him.

“Checkup?” Nathan looked up. “What checkup?”