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?"

announced before staring nastily at Leonica.

Katun if The Prodigal

The Prodigal

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

woman, Irene Rosewood, nodded her head proudly.

of bewilderment. The balls of

really couldn't think of any other reason in the book

despite the fact that Said man had confessed to her less than an hour ago, made Leonica chuckle. "Is something funny?" Irene asked, her lips set in

have the

I am?" She questioned in an intimidating manner,

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 conversation. "Irene?" Arvan rounded the corner, face twisting with displeasure the moment

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

stern and warning tone. "What are you doing

to Leonica.

back into the country last week, called but you weren't answering." She explained, eyes flicking back to Leonica once more as she

I'd hand your ass to you, on a silver platter' was 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

"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?"

what drew him to her? That would explain why he was so nice to her and Ashley

see the look of guilt on his face and she lowered

onto her. From the very beginning till now, even hours before when he had confessed to her. All of that was

situation proved, Leonica couldn't bring herself to feel...

face, Arvan cursed himself for never telling her

the moment their vows were taken and Daisy was born a year after, she showed her true colors.

at the kindergarten. Which 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 and the time after that, and atter that, but slowly, he began to see her for who she was, Leonica, not the image of his

to remedy the situation, but

one thing, Arvan, is she better than I am in bed? Can she

then, the next moment,

raising his voice, not

always such a good husband to me, and not just in bed. He gave me everything I ever wanted and more,

give a shit?" Leonica's voice interrupted her, holding a nonchalant

"What?" She sputtered.

Arvan, only glancing at him once before she faced his wife, or ex wife, but

that.

Arvan and I...were just friend, so don't bother asking 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 unique ways," She said and paused a smirk coming on her lips. "Nah, now that I think about it, the fabricated can never be better than the original. And lastly, if I were you, I'd fix that

end of her speech, Arvan looked at her with an open mouth and wide eyes, and Irene, on the other