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.

open, and she was forcefully dragged

“Ah-

heart

in the backseat, his expression icy cold, legs casually crossed on the spacious

a slight sense of relief. “Bruce, what’s

his hand and took a sip. “What were you

hell is any of

landed on her bag.

snapped, “Why

bag, extracting the test results

it to me, and stop snooping around my

hand, while with the

words “Early Pregnancy” were clearly visible

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

Joanna

again?” Bruce sneered, mocking her with his gaze.

and retorted coldly, “Don’t flatter

disdain. “If it’s not mine, then

rolled her eyes. “What’s it to you?

the car! I want to get

let you out once everything is clear!” Bruce refuted.

you taking me now?”

silent, his gaze coldly

to make sense

the situation. Her demeanor softened a touch as she

firmly rejected

eyes on the kids until everything is

hearing this, and she asked indignantly, “On what basis?”

granted custody of

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

them if I allow it. If I refuse, you have no right

her teeth and

gloomy tone, a wicked gleam appearing in the corner of

a deep–seated hatred burning in his heart, he had

couldn’t be extinguished,

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

hope you can find it in your

Joanna finished speaking, frustration overwhelmed him, and she rubbed her temples in

you? You must be dreaming!”

reason with him would be futile. It would be best not to get entangled. with

let me out she said to the

ignore her, showing no intention of stopping the car.

silent, and the driver didn’t dare

it again, let me out of this

reaction, and the driver continued

made a bold move to open

taken aback, quickly grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his embrace. “What do you

won’t let me out, I’ll

inflated sense of self, always provoking my anger like

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

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

the car!”

brought

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

cursed, slamming his seat in