Goodbye, Ex-husband! I'm Pregnant with Your Uncle's Child!

On the day of their wedding anniversary, Julia Land went to the gynecologist alone.

In the hospital, she ran into her husband holding his first love.

The first love leaned against him, her voice soft, "Noah, thank you for accompanying me to the hospital for my painful periods."

Her husband, feeling pity for the first love, told Julia to buy some chocolate.

Julia suddenly laughed, her hand moving away from her stomach.

Ironically, she was thinking about changing hospitals to have an abortion, not wanting to have this child.

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Julia Land had come to the hospital to terminate her pregnancy.

She had registered and was waiting in line to see the doctor.

Around her sat several couples, the wives pregnant, husbands accompanying them.

In contrast, she looked somewhat pitiful, coming alone for an abortion.

Two months earlier, she had accompanied Noah Quarter on a business trip.

They attended a drinking party.

She got drunk and woke up the next morning alone in the hotel suite.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor.

Her clothes and one of his white shirts.

At that moment, Julia felt ecstatic.

After all these years, he had finally accepted her love.

She truly, truly loved him.

But this joy was brutally shattered the night before.

Last night, she tentatively asked him what if she was pregnant?

He casually stroked her stomach and chuckled, "If you're pregnant, then just get an abortion, plus I couldn't possibly get you pregnant."

Such blunt and cold words.

They chilled Julia to the bone right then.

Regardless, she had been his secretary for five years and loved him for several years.

And his wife for two years.

Even raising a dog could develop some affection, right?

But after all this, what she got in return was such a ruthless statement.

Thinking about last night, Julia faintly smirked.

As her smile had not yet faded, she saw her husband walking over with a woman in his arms.

Julia tensed up suddenly.

She instinctively lowered her head.

"Isn't that Secretary Land?" Arabella Shaw, wearing a mask, tugged at Noah's clothes to have him come over, "I want to talk to Secretary Land for a moment."

"You should see the doctor first."

The man's voice had less of its usual coldness and more gentleness.

"It's been a long while since I've seen Secretary Land, just a few words."

Arabella blinked her moist eyes and poked the man's chest with her small hand, "I just fainted because of my painful period and low blood sugar, no need to worry so much."

Julia realized someone was standing in front of her.

She looked up.

And saw her boss.

Nominally her husband.

Holding another woman, standing right in front of her with all frankness.

*

For a moment, Julia was dazed.

"Secretary Land, long time no see, you've become even more beautiful," said Arabella joyfully.

When had she... returned to the country.

Arabella Shaw, Noah's ex-girlfriend and first love.

Julia managed a forced smile as she stood up, politely saying, "It has been a long while."

Arabella pressed her lips together and giggled softly, "Secretary Land, you've taken good care of Noah over the years, and you're probably the only one who can tolerate his bad temper."

That familiar tone when she mentioned Noah.

They had already broken up four years ago.

Julia smiled faintly, "It wasn't hard; after all, the Quarter Group pays well."

A nurse pushed a wheelchair over.

Noah gently seated Arabella in the wheelchair.

So a man's gentleness depends on the recipient.

Julia pressed her lips together, feeling very uncomfortable.

Arabella, looking up at Noah, thanked him and then turned to Julia, "Secretary Land, are you also here to see the doctor?"

"No, I've already seen the doctor and am about to leave."

Arabella coquettishly clung to the man's sleeve, leaning on his arm, her voice soft, "I suddenly really want some chocolate, I really do."

"See the doctor first," Noah spoke with a hint of helplessness, then glanced casually at Julia, "Secretary Land, please go buy a box of chocolates and bring it to the fifth floor later."

Julia felt a chill, wanting to scoff.

Was he really asking his wife to buy chocolates for his ex-girlfriend?

Julia suddenly laughed.

She could go to another hospital for the abortion.

Arabella gently tapped the man's arm, looking at him helplessly, "Secretary Land must be feeling unwell since she's at the hospital today, and yet you still have the nerve to ask her to buy chocolates, really."

He responded coldly, "That's her job."

Yes, that's the secretary's job.

Hearing this, Julia lowered her eyelids, hiding the fleeting sadness in her eyes.

Her intrinsic pride wouldn't allow her to lose too badly, she smiled, "Miss Shaw, as a secretary, this indeed is my job."

She nodded at them and tightly clenched her purse, leaving quickly.

*

Julia went to a nearby supermarket and bought a box of chocolates.

She returned to the hospital and took the elevator to the fifth floor.

The elevator doors opened with a ding.

She instantly saw the two of them embracing outside the elevator.

Arabella was hugging Noah's waist.

They were kissing.

Julia Land's stomach churned, she covered her pale lips, unable to stop herself from leaning against the mirror inside the elevator to dry heave.

Their eyes met.

The elevator door closed again, and Julia's eyes were filled with tears as she continued to dry heave in the elevator.

Fortunately, at that time, she was alone in the elevator.

Arabella Shaw looked at the closing elevator, puzzled, "What's wrong with Secretary Land?"

She heard the sound of dry heaving.

Noah Quarter's cool eyes deepened, thinking back to last night when Julia suddenly asked about having children, he seemed pensive.

Julia handed the box of chocolates to the nurse, asking her to deliver them to the fifth floor for Noah Quarter.

She drove home, and the first thing she did was pack her luggage, planning to move out the next day.

The two-year marriage contract, indeed, broke at the first blow.

The dream had to end.

Two years ago, Grandma Quarter had wanted to see Noah get married in her lifetime.

At that time, Noah had asked Julia if she wanted to enter into a contract marriage concerning pre-marital assets.

He even offered her money.

Julia had already been secretly in love with him.

Additionally, she needed a lot of money back then, so she agreed to this arrangement.

Even though it was a contract marriage, she had taken it very seriously.

She had thought that sincerity could be met with sincerity.

Only, Arabella Shaw's return to the country this time made her thoughts seem laughable.

Damn sincere exchange.

**

At night.

She waited for him to return.

She forced herself to stay calm, waiting for him to come back to resolve things.

She waited from six in the evening until eight, during which she called him several times, but nobody answered.

Noah Quarter did not come back that night.

She received a forwarded photo from her sister-in-law, Eliza Quarter, which Arabella Shaw had posted on her social circle.

In the photo, her husband, was blow-drying Arabella Shaw's hair.

The man was wearing a bathrobe.

Late at night, wearing a bathrobe, blow-drying his ex-girlfriend's hair.

Julia stared at the photo, blinking her slightly sore eyes and silently smiled.

She expressionlessly pulled out the contract marriage document they had signed two years ago from the drawer.

Her gaze fell on the last clause.

"Whoever initiates a divorce within five years must pay the other party a penalty of two hundred million."

When they got married, Julia had asked for a dowry of thirty million, but Noah had transferred one hundred million directly to her.

She calculated her finances, deducting the expenses for her brother's chemotherapy, she still had ninety million left.

If she initiated a divorce, she currently didn't have the two hundred million to compensate him.

Julia rubbed her face, put away the contract, changed her clothes, picked up her keys, and left the house.

*

Dunmore City had many bars.

Julia Land had never been to such places before.

Today, she ordered a drink here but didn't drink it; thinking about the child in her belly, she eventually put down the glass.

Julia pulled at the corners of her mouth, wanting to drink to vent, but she didn't have the chance.

She walked out of the bar, sniffed, and tears like a fool started to flow down.

Loving someone for several years, and in the end, it all turned to nothing.

Ahead was a taxi with the "available" sign lit, door open; Julia sat in, her nose heavy with a nasal tone, "Driver, to Jade Gardens."

The driver looked at the rearview mirror at the woman and a man in the back seat, had they just had a fight?

The experienced driver kindly said, "We men should be a bit more considerate towards women."

Starting the car, he drove off.

Julia then realized, turned her head, and through tear-red, misty eyes, saw a man sitting next to her.

The man wore a mask, obscuring his face.

"Driver, stop the car, sorry, I got into the wrong car."

"..."

The driver pulled over to the side of the road; Julia apologized a few times before getting out.

She glanced at the man in the back seat.

He was also looking at her.

**

Noah Quarter only returned the next morning to change his clothes.

When he arrived, he saw several boxes of luggage in the living room.

"Who's here?" he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt, his voice hoarse.

"My luggage," Julia's gaze fell on the red lipstick mark on the collar of his white shirt, her finger pointing, "A woman's lipstick."

He pulled his collar and saw indeed, a lipstick mark.

An unnatural expression flickered across Noah Quarter's face.

However, he soon regained his cool demeanor.

He didn't even feel like explaining.

Figures.

Julia laughed out loud.

Noah Quarter frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I just saw a joke this morning, I'm heading to the office now."

Julia, carrying her small handbag, walked out the door, instinctively changing into a pair of flat shoes.

Noah Quarter went upstairs, back to the bedroom.

He undressed and walked to the bathroom, only then realizing that she hadn't prepared the clothes he wanted to change into.

Before, whenever he needed a bath, Julia would always prepare his clothes in advance.

With a faint look in his eyes, he walked back out of the bathroom.

While calling Julia, he walked to the wardrobe, "I forgot to ask you something."

He pulled open the wardrobe drawer.

"Julia, you're not pregnant, are you?"

His cold voice penetrated the phone, drilling into her ears, causing her heart to beat wildly.