Mr. Remington Got Me Pregnant novel Chapter 16

Landon’s POV

She had been my wife for five years. And yet, standing across the street from her now, I felt like I didn’t know her at all. It wasn’t just the way the sun hit her face or how calm she looked as she flipped through the stack of paperbacks outside the bookstore.

It was something else. Something deeper. Maybe this was the first time I’d really seen her.

Hair twisted into a loose knot, wearing a plain summer dress that skimmed her knees, and one hand resting gently over a barely-there baby bump, she looked like a different person.

Lighter, softer, and free.

Not just free in the way people look when they leave the city for a weekend. No. She looked like someone who had finally laid down a weight she’d been carrying for too long.

It hit me all at once. She was glowing, and it gutted me.

My breath caught as I watched her from the sidewalk. She hadn’t seen me yet. I didn’t need to see her face to know it was her. I recognized her in the shape of her shoulders, the slow, thoughtful way she turned the pages of a book, the stillness she carried like it was earned.

This wasn’t the Emery I left behind in the chaos of our old life. This was someone new. Or maybe she had always been like this, and I had just been too blind to notice.

I pulled out my phone and texted the investigator. You were right. It’s her. Thank you.

The reply came almost immediately. Glad she’s safe.

Safe. That word hit harder than I expected. I stayed frozen on the spot, too afraid to move. I didn’t know if I had the right to go to her. I wasn’t sure I ever really did.

But then she turned around, and our eyes met across the street.

For a second, time slowed. Not in the dramatic way movies tend to show it, but in a quiet, heavy kind of pause. A stillness that forces you to feel everything at once.

She didn’t smile, she didn’t cry, and she didn’t look surprised. Her face was unreadable.

I stepped forward, unable to help myself. “Emery.”

She didn’t blink, she simply turned and started walking in the other direction.

I hesitated before following her, not out of pride but fear, fear of what she might say, or worse, what she wouldn’t.

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