After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

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"What?!" Leonica bolted upright and rushed for the television remote, turning it on at once. She quickly found a news station and switched the channel to that.

"...two days ago. We're yet to receive an official statement from the police, but from our sources, it's been confirmed that cause of death was a stroke from Overworking." The news anchor on the screen announced.

"Death from overworking," Leonica parroted but she found it hard to believe, after all, the last time she had seen Jamil, he looked more than capable to fuck a thousand women.

So how come he was found dead from overworking?

"The company will be closed for the next week or two while the staff mourns his loss and we await the final statement from the police, thank you." The anchor added and Leonica switched off the television, turning back towards her phone. She parted her lips to speak, but honestly didn't know what to say. She hated Jamil, yes, but never wished death on him. So seeing the news of his sudden death, completely caught her off guard.

"But Ms. Romero, there's something I think you should know." The sound of Kennedy's voice snapped her out of her thought.

"What is it?" She demanded.

"The police found a small vile in the office of Mr. Vanadas, besides his body."

"A vile?" Leonica inquired.

"Yes, and the police have concluded that it contained some sort of antidote."

Leonica was silent. An antidote? Did that mean Jamil's death wasn't actually caused from overworking?

Someone killed him? Who?

Her brows narrowed. "Who found Jamil Vanadas?"

"Uh," There was a small pause as Kennedy pulled the paper out from the file his sources had delivered to him. "Florence Winslow."

Florence huh, Leonica felt like there was more to Jamil's death than met the eyes and even though her brain was telling her not to get involved, her gut feeling was pushing her into the opposite direction. For some reason, she felt like this also revolved around her.

"What's Florence Winslow's current location, Kennedy?" At her question, Kennedy turned to his laptop and typed a few things and the location of said girl popped up. "The general church." He informed.

A befitting place to be on Sunday, Leonica nodded at the thought. "Thanks, Kennedy." She finally responded, ending the call.

She tossed the phone aside and walked towards her bathroom, taking a quick shower.

Once she was done, she got dressed and made her way to the kitchen, where Owen and Ashley were busy with their little cooking session.

"Leonica?" Owen was surprised to see the once sick female walking. He quickly rounded the counter and stood in front of her. "Why are you out of bed?"

"I need to see someone," Owen took her temperature with the back of his hand as she spoke. "I'm fine, Owen. I'm just going to a church and will be back shortly."

He didn't look convinced, mostly because her temperature was still a bit above average.

"Can't that wait, luce mia? You're still sick."

his hand away from her face. "I won't be

ever loving fiancé he had sworn to be, she needed to get to the bottom of this and figure out what had really happened to Jamil Vanadas. "Owen," She took a step forward,

"What happened?" He asked.

hide what's going on from him, after all, it was spreading on the news like wildfire. "Jamil's

anything to

something about Jamil's death," She paused

to something, she was going

stepped aside and joined Ashley, who was now with Grace,

Be back before lunch, that made him sound

you going somewhere? Aren't you sick?"

Owen took care of me so well that the sickness got scared and

him. "I need to see someone, but I promise, I'll be

seemed to be satisfied with her answer and continued stirring the batter for his

a kiss on Owen's cheek. "I'll see you soon." "See you," Owen smiled

general Church, Leonica was surprised to find it

before spotting Florence in a white and black dress, speaking with one of the pastors

religious one, Leonica thought as she approached

speaking with, patted Florence on

"Florence,"

around upon hearing her name, her eyes falling on the familiar woman. Her face crumbled up quickly, showing her displeasure for seeing Leonica. "What

went straight

her suspiciously at her

death," Florence tensed up, which didn't go past Leonica. "You

I was?" Florence retorted, turning on her heels and

her arm, halting her movement and making her turn back to her. "I don't care about

free, glaring daggers at Leonica. "Whatever your questions are, I'm not giving answers." She spat,

her phone, which had the news article of Jamil's death.

ell

behind Florence, flinching when she saw the woman's

"You're..."

remember the female in front of her, Lana Winslow, the jobless minor who had vandalized her entrance gate. How did you enjoy your

taking a step back and hiding her phone behind

to step in front of Lana, shielding her sister from Leonica. "Don't you think bullying a

wasn't bullying

in the air, but

on

shaking. "I

my e

my question to you

wiffing to answer.”

flinched this time around when Leonica looked her way, smiling from ear to

to Pastor Goodman, Lana," She instructed her sister. "I'll be there in