After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

Not His Son.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Those were the words that rolled into Leonica's mind as she had stared at the picture, bewildered.

Up until this point, she had prepared for anything, everything and probably the worst. situation, that Gabriel could throw at her.

She had placed contingencies after contingencies in place, even going as far as to reduce Ashely's Actual age, from four to three years old. She had taken several more steps to ensure that her baby, her son, was safe with her no matter what. Yet here she was, seating in her car, visibly panicking while driving to the location Gabriel had given her.

And why was that, or better yet, how had that come about? Simply because he sent her the photo of a paternity folder.

Now fake or not, Leonica wasn't about to test her luck. First hand, she knew how smart and not to mention, brutal, Gabriel could be. So if that folder was indeed genuine, then she didn't want to seat around and find out what he would do. And if it wasn't, then so be it.

Pulling into the drive of the restaurant Gabriel had demanded they meet at, Leonica stepped out of her car, giving herself a quick pep talk before meandering towards the entrance of the

restaurant.

The attendant at the reception front greeted, bowing at

Gabriel had informed her of her arrival, the latter being having higher probability- instead, she followed her quietly

composed and all as he tinkered on his

her. His eyes only lingered on her for a second at most,

up at her, placing his device down and

attendant bowed once more before exiting the room, leaving both

and then the man seated at the table, not making any effort

move nor talk

break the silence after a whole minute of wordless staring

stupid effect he still had on her after five years, but because the way he stared at her showed her that

could tell from that same look that, That paternity folder was not a

amount of power he possessed that had aided him in getting Ashley's