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?"

wife." She proudly announced before staring nastily at Leonica. "And

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Of The Prodigal

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

proudly.

with one of bewilderment. The balls of this lady? Taking

think of any other reason in the book why some such

of views, but the thought alone, despite the fact that Said man had

really," Leonica answered, chuckling at her. "You see, I've never seen anyone who'd have the

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

scoffed, shaking her head as 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,

his kind gesture with Gently pushing her behind himself, Leonica would have thought that the Arvan in front of her was a totally

off with a stern and warning

to Leonica.

explained, eyes flicking back to Leonica once more

on her lips said it all. 'Talk trash about me, and 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

"Watch it."

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, eyes

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

reluctantly meeting her eyes, she could see the look of guilt on his face and

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

the situation proved, Leonica couldn't

on her face, Arvan cursed himself for never

been a pure saint, leaning more into her innocent appearance and fooling people, but the moment their vows were taken and Daisy was born a year after, she showed her true colors. At first, Arvan thought it was a short time thing caused by after pregnancy syndromes, but it wasn't and just like that, he watched his marriage crumble as she

later, after the divorce had finally been settled for good, Arvan ran into Leonica 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

situation,

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

that she was pissed, and then, the next moment, the expression was

his voice, not caring if the entire neighborhood

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

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

"What?" She sputtered.

from behind Arvan, only glancing at him once before she faced his wife,

that.

his girlfriend, nor do I plan to be. I apologize if as his wife you may have gotten the wrong impression, but 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 attitude of mine, after all, you don't want

and wide eyes,