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.

Rolls–Royce pulled up just before she could reach her own

car door swung open, and she was

“Ah-

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

his expression icy cold, legs casually crossed on the spacious leather

a slight sense of relief. “Bruce,

a wine glass in his hand and took

Joanna gritted her teeth. “Why the hell is any

malicious gaze shifted and landed on her bag.

and snapped, “Why should I show

Bruce reached out to snatch her bag, extracting the test

and stop snooping around my

against the seat with one hand, while with the other, he

clearly visible

casual tone, he remarked. “So you’re actually pregnant!”

business!” Joanna

Planning to secretly have my child again?” Bruce sneered, mocking

composed herself and retorted coldly, “Don’t flatter yourself. Who said this child is yours?”

disdain. “If it’s not mine, then whose

eyes. “What’s

I want

everything is clear!”

taking

silent, his gaze coldly fixed outside the car

to

paused, contemplating the situation. Her demeanor softened a touch as she pleaded,

rejected her,

eyes on the kids

her upon hearing this, and she asked indignantly, “On

custody

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

if I allow it. If

her teeth

said with a gloomy tone, a wicked gleam appearing in the corner of his

burning in his heart, he had no intention of showing

animosity couldn’t be extinguished, he would never forgive her.

Bruce’s lasting resentment. “I’m truly

can find it in your heart to

speaking, frustration overwhelmed him, and she rubbed her

must be

breath, realizing that trying to reason with him would be futile. It would be best not to get entangled. with him

out

ignore her, showing no intention of stopping the car.

and the driver didn’t

say it again, let me out

and the driver continued

teeth and made a bold move

taken aback, quickly grabbed her arm, and pulled her into

me out, I’ll jump out

an inflated sense of self, always provoking my anger like this!”

I want to get out of this

feel a flicker of compromise in his heart.

stop the car!” he

and brought the

open the car door, and stepped out onto

cursed, slamming his seat