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Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4: She’s Pregnant 

Alva was admitted to the hospital’s obstetrics and gynecology department, and the test results soon came back that she was pregnant. She was six weeks along, or one and a half months. 

Candice took the checklist and her face blossomed like a flower. 

Alva’s mind was blank. 

A pregnancy… 

How did she get pregnant…? 

Uriah wore a condom every time they did it, so how could she have gotten pregnant? 

Alva’s heart trembled with disbelief, and yet she couldn’t hide her excitement. 

This was her child and his… 

Candice was ecstatic and impatiently called her husband and her friends to tell them the news. 

Alva, however, looked at her excitement with a heavy heart. 

Who does the child belong to when you get pregnant in the midst of a divorce? 

Her, the Irwin Family, or… should it be aborted? 

She suddenly clenched her fists. 

No, she couldn’t accept that she was pregnant! 

Alva immediately yelled, “Mother, I’m not pregnant!” 

Candice stared at her like she was an idiot. She had nothing to say to her daughter-in-law now. 

Instead, she pulled out her phone. 

She tried to call Uriah because she didn’t know what was going on, but she couldn’t get through to his cell phone. 

Alva saw her mother-in-law leave and knew it would be a 

problem if she didn’t tell her about the divorce. 

“Candice, Uriah and I are divorced. I can’t be pregnant!” 

Candice paused, “What did you say?” 

Marseille, France, Hyatt Hotel. 

York Colt took a call from Candice and then went to the 

hotel to look for Uriah. 

He was Uriah’s chief secretary. 

The door opened and Bella appeared in the doorway wearing a sexy silk nightgown. 

York bowed, “Miss Flair.” 

Bella looked at him and said, “Go on in. President Irwin is in 

the closet.” 

A smart woman stays out of trouble. 

“Okay.” 

York went straight to the closet where Uriah stood in front of a full-length mirror, buttoning his shirt. 

The man’s finely carved features were God’s greatest masterpiece. His body adhered to the golden ratio, giving him the appearance of an unpolished gem. He had a pair of eyes as deep as the vast Milky Way, sometimes profound, sometimes treacherous. 

He knew the economy like the back of his hand. His body exuded the scent of a mature man, and he had the aura of 

success. He was a priceless treasure that was full of charm. 

“What is it?” 

York said, “Your wife is pregnant.” 

The hand Uriah was using to mess with his cufflinks froze, and the atmosphere changed. 

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