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.

out of the hospital, a sleek Rolls–Royce pulled

and she was forcefully dragged inside!

“Ah-

doing?” Joanna’s heart pounded with fear, thinking

icy cold, legs casually crossed on the spacious leather

Bruce, Joanna felt a slight sense of relief. “Bruce,

holding a wine glass in his hand and took a sip. “What were you doing at the

her teeth. “Why the hell is any

malicious gaze shifted and landed on her bag. “Show me your

and snapped, “Why

her bag, extracting the test results from within.

my things!” Joanna lunged

with one hand, while with the other, he examined the

Pregnancy” were clearly visible in

heart sank upon seeing this. Adopting a casual tone, he remarked. “So

Joanna sat up, seething

have my child again?” Bruce sneered,

retorted coldly, “Don’t flatter yourself. Who said this

an eyebrow, his handsome face oozing disdain. “If it’s not mine, then

defiantly rolled her eyes. “What’s it to

I want

everything is clear!”

you taking me now?”

gaze coldly fixed outside the car window.

turmoil, unable to make sense of

demeanor softened a touch as

rejected her,

eyes on the kids

hearing this,

granted custody

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

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

blazed with fury as she clenched her teeth and challenged, “What exactly

Just to witness your downfall!” Bruce said with a gloomy tone, a wicked gleam appearing in the corner of his

burning in his heart, he had

be extinguished, he would never forgive

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

in

finished speaking, frustration overwhelmed him, and

must be

be futile.

let me out she said to the driver.

ignore her, showing

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

it again, let me out of this damn car!”

no reaction, and the driver

clenched her teeth and made a bold

her into his embrace. “What

won’t let me out, I’ll jump out

“Joanna, you still have an inflated sense of

more empty talk. I want to get out of this car!”

met her gaze and couldn’t help but feel

the car!”

and brought the

her bag, popped open the car

Bruce cursed, slamming his seat in