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After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!

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227 Chs

Chapter 133 SPECIAL CHAPTER: #2

Shortly after her outburst, Anastasia had been led back into the Café and seated in a less crowded section, where Lloyd quietly sat with her and waited for her to calm down. When it seemed to him like she was getting more clear headed, he fetched her a glass of water, substituting it for her spilled cup of decaf.

“Feeling better?” He asked as he placed the glass on the table, sliding it to her, all the while sliding into the seat across her.

Anastasia caught the water, wrapping her hands around the glass and seeking the usual warmth that her coffee provided. When the glass remained warm, bland, she tore her gaze away fixing it on the side walk where she had been bumped, shoved.

She was sure someone had shoved her. Or perhaps that was just her paranoid mind getting the better of her.

Pulling her gaze away from the side walk, she took one huge gulp of the water, placed the glass down and nodded, giving a belated answer to Lloyd’s question. “Yes, thank you.”