After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

"That's a price I'm willing to pay, but the question here is, will you allow me to?"

"And if I said no?" She asked and Arvan remained silent.

"You'll end up hurt if you keep down this road." She said, warning him from past experience. Whether he took her warning or not, his answer was one of his usual gentle smile. "You're a good person, Arvan. You'll make some lucky girl a wonderful husband someday." "I hope that someone can be you."

"Arvan-"

"Please," He cut her off, "Think about it, that's all I ask."

Leonica's gaze softened and she nodded her head, agreeing to his request. "Okay." She said.

Arvan smiled, his shoulders relaxing as he picked his glass back up and took another sip, the tension leaving his body.

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The next couple of minutes passed by in comfortable conversation and sipping on the wine they had. By the time there conversation had come to a conclusion, it was getting dark outside.

Leonica stood up. "I think I should leave now, else Ashley would have my head when I get back."

Arvan nodded his head, standing up as well. "Allow me to escort you out." He offered, gesturing towards the door.

She nodded and began walking towards the door of his office, but they had only stepped outside when Arvan's phone rang and he quickly excuses himself.

"I think I can see myself out from here." Leonica politely said and waved him goodbye, navigating the way back into the main hall, when suddenly, the figure of a lady seating in the same chair she had sat, caught her attention.

Her steps slowed down when she spotted her white hair, the same as hers, but when the lady turned to face her, her steps completely seized.

"You..." She uttered in confusion, looking at the woman who had a keen resemblance to her.

Hair, facial structure, eye color and all, one would nearly have mistaken them for twins, but the difference was clear. The lady sitting on the sofa had a youthful appearance, one of someone in her early twenties, while Leonica, was twenty-nine. She stood up upon seeing Leonica and a sneer appeared on her face. "Who are you?" She asked, looking Leonica from top to bottom like she was some sort of parasite.

Leonica frowned, taken aback by the look. "I was about to ask you the same."

The lady narrowed her brows, the frown on her face deepening. "Some gals you've got." She said and stepped forward. "Asking me a question like that in my own house." ""Your house?"

"Yes," She said, stopping a couple of feet from Leonica. "My house. Since you won't do the introduction, I will. My names Irene Richardson Rosewood. Arvan Richardson's rightful wife."

The moment those words left her mouth, the blood drained from Leonica's face, her eyes widened and her jaw slackened. "His, what?"

staring nastily at Leonica. "And

Katun if The Prodigal

The

his wife?" Leonica questioned, disbelief and surprise evident on her

Irene Rosewood, nodded her head proudly. "Indeed. Now who the hell

with one of bewilderment. The balls of this lady? Taking up such a rude tone when she

other reason in the book why some such as her, a total stranger, should be so rude to

perhaps think that She had a thing with Arvan. Possible, seeing as his speech had gotten millions of views, but the thought alone, despite the fact that Said man had confessed to her less than an hour ago, made Leonica chuckle. "Is something funny?" Irene asked,

at her. "You see, I've never seen anyone who'd have the audacity to take such a rude tone

to spit back. Her appearance had given the opposite of her attitude. "You... Do you know who I am?" She questioned in an intimidating manner, narrowing her lavender eyes at Leonica. "Well, except from Arvan's apparent wife, as you've introduced yourself, no I do not know who you are." Leonica answered

if she couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. She took a step forward, opening her mouth to speak, but the moment her lips had parted, a third voice found it's way into their

himself, Leonica would have thought that the Arvan in front of her was a totally different person

her off with a stern and warning tone. "What

her eyes travelled back to Leonica. Her cheeks instantly colored pink with embarrassment when she found

eyes flicking back to Leonica once more as she added.

written all over her face. Irene's jaw clenched, and if looks could kill, Leonica would be writhing on the floor, but unfortunately for her, the daggers she was shooting at her weren't lethal. "Did you enjoy? Ignoring

"Watch it."

please," She rolled her eyes. "You can't be serious, Arvan. You can't actually think that, she, is prettier than me. Ah, she can't be, after all, we look so much alike. Is that what drew you to her?" At her question, Arvan tensed up and Leonica looked up at him,

That would explain why he was so nice to her and Ashley the first time

on his face and she lowered her head, a ghostly

he had simply been projecting his wife's image onto her. From the very beginning till now, even hours before when

the situation proved, Leonica couldn't

himself for never telling her about

year after, she

ironically, that was just three months ago. He'd be lying if he said he didn't mistake her for Irene the first time they met

began, wanting to remedy the situation, but Irene beat him to

me this one thing, Arvan, is she better than I am

then, the next moment, the expression was wiped off and

raising his

always such a good husband to me, and not just in bed.

a shit?" Leonica's voice interrupted her, holding a nonchalant tone that had Irene blinking in

"What?" She sputtered.

out from behind Arvan, only glancing at him once before she

that.

about what goes on between us. As for being prettier than you, I guess we can't be compared. We're both beautiful, just in our own

Arvan looked at her with an open mouth and wide eyes, and Irene, on the other hand, was shocked,