The Return of His Unrivaled Ex-Wife by Zara Gibbon

Chapter 217

Joanna clung to the sink in the restroom, heaving uncontrollably, nearly bringing up stomach acid.

For the past couple of days, she had been experiencing occasional bouts of nausea. She dismissed it as mere indigestion, not paying much attention to it.

But today, her vomiting became more intense!

“Oh my god, could I… be pregnant?”

Joanna’s heart sank, and she hurriedly splashed cold water on her forehead. Lately, she had been feeling sluggish and fatigued.

The symptoms seemed to match those of pregnancy!

However, since that night of having sex with Bruce, she had been worried about the possibility of getting pregnant. She had taken contraceptive pills, so she couldn’t fathom how this could have happened.

“No. I need to go to the hospital and get checked!” she resolved.

Joanna regained her composure and left the restroom, returning to the conference room.

“Miss Haynes, are you alright?” someone asked.

“Do you need us to take you to the hospital?” another inquired.

Joanna paused for a moment, her expression serious. I’m sorry, I’m feeling unwell. Let’s end the meeting for today.”

“Alright! Since we’re not making any progress today, let’s wrap it up,” someone replied.

Joanna didn’t say anything more. She grabbed her bag and swiftly left the company.

As she sat in her car, restlessness consumed her. She silently prayed that it wasn’t true.

She had to hurry to the hospital to confirm if she was actually pregnant.

Half an hour later, Joanna arrived at a private maternity and child hospital.

Before long, the nurse provided her with a pregnancy test kit and drew blood for the examination.

After a while, the results were ready.

“Ms. Haynes, you’re pregnant!” the nurse informed her.

Upon hearing the news, Joanna felt as if lightning had struck her.

How could she be pregnant at this time?

What should she do?

“I remember taking birth control pills. Could there have been a mistake?”

*Contraceptive pills aren’t completely foolproof. Based on this test, you are indeed pregnant.

Joanna listened, staring blankly at the doctor, struggling to regain her composure.

She didn’t want to have Bruce’s child again.

“The baby is only three weeks old. Should I prescribe some folic acid for you?”

“No, it’s not necessary!” Joanna vehemently shook her head, rejecting the offer, and hastily left the hospital.

“What am I going to do? How did this happen out of nowhere?” she wondered.

Joanna walked out of the hospital in a daze, her heart heavy, heading towards the parking lot.

pulled up

car door swung open, and

“Ah-

Joanna’s heart pounded with fear,

expression icy cold, legs casually crossed on the spacious

Bruce, Joanna felt a slight sense of

straight ahead, holding a wine glass in his hand and took a sip. “What

“Why the hell is any of

and landed on her bag. “Show me your medical report!”

her bag and snapped, “Why should I show it

snatch her bag, extracting the

to me, and stop snooping around my things!” Joanna lunged forward,

her against the seat with one hand, while

Pregnancy” were clearly visible in

seeing this. Adopting a casual tone, he remarked. “So you’re actually

none of your business!” Joanna sat up, seething

my child again?” Bruce sneered, mocking her

“Don’t flatter yourself. Who said

face oozing disdain. “If it’s not mine,

eyes. “What’s it to

car! I want to

you out once everything is clear!” Bruce

you taking me now?”

his gaze coldly fixed outside the car

mind was in turmoil, unable to make sense of it all.

softened a touch as she pleaded, “Can I

and firmly rejected her, “Not a chance!

lay eyes on the

inside her upon hearing

granted custody of the children!”

the right to see my children! I’m entitled to

“You’ll only see them if I allow it. If I

clenched her teeth

Bruce said with a gloomy tone, a wicked gleam appearing in

deep–seated hatred burning in his heart, he had no intention of showing kindness!

extinguished, he would never forgive her.

confidence wavered, well aware of Bruce’s lasting resentment. “I’m truly sorry about

you can find it in your

Joanna finished speaking, frustration overwhelmed him, and

must be

reason with him would be futile. It would be best not

let me out she

ignore her, showing no intention of

remained silent, and the driver didn’t dare to stop without

let me out of

and the driver

a bold move to

her into his embrace.

out,

“Joanna, you still have an inflated sense of self,

talk. I want to get out of this car!” Joanna’s gaze was sharp

and couldn’t help but feel a flicker of compromise in his

car!”

over and brought the car

up her bag, popped open the car door, and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

slamming his seat in frustration!