Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 143

Conrad Sullivan was the kind of man people in Stonehill whispered about, the kind who always seemed too powerful, too untouchable. Yet here he was, quietly cutting her steak. Wiona figured the least she could do was take a bite.

The steak was perfect, tender and juicy, but her heart felt strangely heavy. She thought about the past year of her marriage to Jace. He had never once done something like this for her. And now, completely by accident, she was eating steak cut by the real father of the babies growing inside her. Fate really had a twisted sense of humor.

Wiona ate until she was stuffed. Conrad seemed to notice how much she enjoyed the food, and for once, he ate more than usual too. They barely spoke, Wiona almost pretending he wasn’t even there as she focused on her meal.

When she finally finished, she wiped her mouth and downed the last of her juice. Out of nowhere, Conrad asked, “Ms. Morgan, do you want a divorce?”

She almost choked, barely stopping herself from spitting the juice everywhere. She grabbed her napkin and coughed until her cheeks turned bright red. Conrad stood up, hesitated for a second, then gently reached over to pat her back.

Wiona jumped to her feet like she’d been shocked. “Mr. Sullivan, I’m done. Please, enjoy the rest of your dinner.” She didn’t just walk away—she escaped, moving so fast she was practically running from the room.

Conrad stayed where he was, leaning against the table, his fingers running over the utensils she’d just used. His face was unreadable, lost in thought, until his phone rang.

“Sir, the procedure you asked me to arrange is set for three days from now,” Korey said. “But I still don’t know who the lady is. You destroyed the list, so… how am I supposed to get in touch with her?”

“Yes, sir. Absolutely.”

Conrad ended the call and stared at the chair where Wiona had just been sitting, his eyes narrowed in thought. He was going to have to play this carefully. Wiona probably had no idea the babies she was carrying weren’t Jace’s. If he just told her the truth, he wasn’t worried she’d end the pregnancy. He was worried she’d be sickened by the whole thing.

He reminded himself why he was doing all of this. It was for Alice. If Wiona, as the artist known as W, found out and decided to cut ties with the Sullivan family, Alice’s treatment could be put in jeopardy.