After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant (Leonica and Gabriel) novel Chapter 118

“That’s a price I’m willing to pay, but the question here is, will you allow me to?” 

“And if I said no?” She asked and Arvan remained silent. 

“You’ll end up hurt if you keep down this road.” She said, warning him from past experience. Whether he took her warning or not, his answer was one of his usual gentle smile. “You’re a good person, Arvan. You’ll make some lucky girl a wonderful husband someday.” 

“I hope that someone can be you.” 

“Arvan-” 

“Please,” He cut her off, “Think about it, that’s all I ask.” 

Leonica’s gaze softened and she nodded her head, agreeing to his request. “Okay.” She said. 

Arvan smiled, his shoulders relaxing as he picked his glass back up and took another sip, the tension leaving his body. 

Believe The Wort You’re Looking For is ‘Pursuing‘ 

A/4 

The next couple of minutes passed by in comfortable conversation and sipping on the wine they had. By the time there conversation had come to a conclusion, it was getting dark outside. 

Leonica stood up. “I think I should leave now, else Ashley would have my head when I get back.” 

Arvan nodded his head, standing up as well. “Allow me to escort you out.” He offered, gesturing towards the door. 

She nodded and began walking towards the door of his office, but they had only stepped outside when Arvan’s phone rang and he quickly excuses himself. 

“I think I can see myself out from here.” Leonica politely said and waved him goodbye, navigating the way back into the main hall, when suddenly, the figure of a lady seating in the same chair she had sat, caught her attention. 

Her steps slowed down when she spotted her white hair, the same as hers, but when the lady turned to face her, her steps completely seized. 

“You…” She uttered in confusion, looking at the woman who had a keen resemblance to her. 

Hair, facial structure, eye color and all, one would nearly have mistaken them for twins, but the difference was clear. The lady sitting on the sofa had a youthful appearance, one of someone in her early twenties, while Leonica, was twenty–nine. 

She stood up upon seeing Leonica and a sneer appeared on her face. “Who are you?” She asked, looking Leonica from top to bottom like she was some sort of parasite. 

Leonica frowned, taken aback by the look. “I was about to ask you the same.” 

The lady narrowed her brows, the frown on her face deepening. “Some gals you’ve got.” She said and stepped forward. “Asking me a question like that in my own house.” 

“Your house?” 

“Yes,” She said, stopping a couple of feet from Leonica. “My house. Since you won’t do the introduction, I will. My names Irene Richardson Rosewood. Arvan Richardson’s rightful wife.” 

The moment those words left her mouth, the blood drained from Leonica’s face, her eyes widened and her jaw slackened. “His, what?” 

“His wife.” She proudly announced before staring nastily at Leonica. “And you are?” 

Katun if The Prodigal 

Return Of The Prodigal Wife. 

“You’re, his wife?” Leonica questioned, disbelief and surprise evident on her visage. 

The woman, Irene Rosewood, nodded her head proudly. “Indeed. Now who the hell are you?” 

The look of surprise on her face was soon replaced with one of bewilderment. The balls of this lady? Taking up such a rude tone when she barely knew her. 

Apart from their striking resemblance which Leonica found troubling, she really couldn’t think of any other reason in the book why some such as her, a total stranger, should be so rude to her. 

Or, did she perhaps think that She had a thing with Arvan. Possible, seeing as his speech had gotten millions of views, but the thought alone, despite the fact that Said man had confessed to her less than an hour ago, made Leonica chuckle. 

“Is something funny?” Irene asked, her lips set in a hard line. 

“Not really,” Leonica answered, chuckling at her. “You see, I’ve never seen anyone who’d have the audacity to take such a rude tone on a total stranger they barely know.” 

Irene blinked, clearly taken aback by Leonica’s audacity to spit back. Her appearance had given the opposite of her attitude. “You… Do you know who I am?” She questioned in an intimidating manner, narrowing her lavender eyes at Leonica. 

“Well, except from Arvan’s apparent wife, as you’ve introduced yourself, no I do not know who you are.” Leonica answered with a straight face. 

Irene scoffed, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. She took a step forward, opening her mouth to speak, but the moment her lips had parted, a third voice found it’s way into their conversation. 

“Irene?” Arvan rounded the corner, face twisting with displeasure the moment he spotted his wife… Well, Ex wife. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

If not for his kind gesture with Gently pushing her behind himself, Leonica would have thought that the Arvan in front of her was a totally different person from whom she knew. 

“Arvan, honey…” 

“Don’t.” He cut her off with a stern and warning tone. “What are you doing here?” He asked again. 

Irene swallowed hard and for a moment, her eyes travelled back to Leonica. Her cheeks instantly colored pink with embarrassment when she found the woman watching. 

“I came back into the country last week, called but you weren’t answering.” She explained, eyes flicking back to Leonica once more as she added. “At least I now know why.” 

Leonica kept silent, but the vague smile on her lips said it all. ‘Talk trash about me, and I’d hand your ass to you, on a silver platter‘ was written all over her face. 

Irene’s jaw clenched, and if looks could kill, Leonica would be writhing on the floor, but unfortunately for her, the daggers she was shooting at her weren’t lethal. 

“Did you enjoy? Ignoring the mother of your child while you messed around with a cheap copy?” 

“Watch it.” 

“Oh please,” She rolled her eyes. “You can’t be serious, Arvan. You can’t actually think that, she, is prettier than me. Ah, she can’t be, after all, we look so much alike. Is that what drew you to her?” 

At her question, Arvan tensed up and Leonica looked up at him, eyes narrowing in seconds worth curiosity. 

Yeah, was that what drew him to her? That would explain why he was so nice to her and Ashley the first time they met, Leonica thought. 

When Arvan looked back, reluctantly meeting her eyes, she could see the look of guilt on his face and she lowered her head, a ghostly outline of a smile painting her lips. 

Ah, so he had simply been projecting his wife’s image onto her. From the very beginning till now, even hours before when he had confessed to her. All of that was because she looked like his wife. 

As baffling as the situation proved, Leonica couldn’t bring herself to feel… Offended? 

Seeing the look on her face, Arvan cursed himself for never telling her about his ex wife. 

Irene Rosewood, she was a devil, at least after he married her. At first, she had been a pure saint, leaning more into her innocent appearance and fooling people, but the moment their vows were taken and Daisy was born a year after, she showed her true colors. 

At first, Arvan thought it was a short time thing caused by after pregnancy syndromes, but it wasn’t and just like that, he watched his marriage crumble as she filed for divorce and went off with her frat playboy. 

Three years later, after the divorce had finally been settled for good, Arvan ran into Leonica at the kindergarten. Which ironically, that was just three months ago. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t mistake her for Irene the first time they met and the time after that, and atter that, but slowly, he began to see her for who she was, Leonica, not the image of his ex wife. 

“Leonica,” He began, wanting to remedy the situation, but Irene beat him to the punch. 

“Tell me this one thing, Arvan, is she better than I am in bed? Can she satisfy you?” 

“That’s enough.” Arvan growled. 

“So she is, isn’t she.” Irene spat, the look on her face making it clear that she was pissed, and then, the next moment, the expression was wiped off and a smirk adorned her lips. “Or have you perhaps not fucked her?” 

“I said that’s enough!” Arvan repeated, raising his voice, not caring if the entire neighborhood heard. 

“Arvan, dear, we both know the truth.” Irene purred, eyes locking with Leonica. “You see, he was always such a good husband to me, and not just in bed. He gave me everything I ever wanted and more, but sadly, It wasn’t enough and-“ 

“Do I look like I give a shit?” Leonica’s voice interrupted her, holding a nonchalant tone that had Irene blinking in confusion. 

“What?” She sputtered. 

Leonica sighed and stepped out from behind Arvan, only glancing at him once before she faced his wife, or ex wife, but she didn’t know 

that.