Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 405

Whether it was the heated argument with Sophie or the slap she’d landed on her face, Wiona knew Annette would never just sit back and do nothing. Annette always took Sophie’s side, and she should have at least yelled “stop” when Wiona raised her hand. But there was nothing. Annette didn’t say a single word. She just sat there, silent as a ghost.

“Drake!” Wiona snapped, her voice sharp. “Get her out of here.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Drake started to move, but barely got to his feet before he collapsed, face-first onto the floor. He didn’t move at all.

Wiona’s heart skipped a beat. She stared in disbelief as Nikolai grabbed her arm and pulled her back, retreating fast.

“Drake!” Nikolai shouted, but Drake didn’t respond.

Annette, still lying on the bed, slowly lifted her head. She smiled at Wiona, a twisted, eerie smile. “Even if you hadn’t come in, you wouldn’t have made it out today.”

Everything clicked for Wiona in that moment. “You’re not Annette!”

The woman on the bed threw off the covers and stood up, looking nothing like the woman Wiona thought she knew. “Too bad. You were so focused on yelling that you didn’t even notice I was a fake. And now it’s too late.”

She started walking toward Wiona, calm and confident. Makeup can be copied. With enough skill, even a stranger could be made to look like Annette. Even the voice could be disguised, just a little lower, a little rougher, and nobody would question it.

Wiona and Nikolai turned to leave, but the second they tried to move, their legs gave out. Their knees hit the floor, weak and useless. The room spun. It had to be the incense. That weird smell—she should have known!

She fired off question after question, her voice steady, demanding answers.

The woman’s smug smile faded. Her lips tightened. “Why do you have so many questions?”

Wiona glared back, unafraid. “If I’m going to lose, I want to know why. I deserve to know. Who are you, anyway? Are you one of the Simpsons? Is this what the Simpson family really wants? Are you all working with Sophie? Aren’t you worried about crossing Conrad? And if my mother-in-law was part of this, what about her phone call? Was that fake too? I—”

“Enough!” the woman snapped, finally losing it. She glared at Wiona, her patience gone.

Why was this woman so relentless? She was pregnant, both her bodyguards were down, and instead of panicking, she just kept firing off questions, demanding to know everything. Most people would be screaming in fear by now, but not Wiona. She just wanted answers, even while she was completely at this woman’s mercy, even with a club hanging over her head. Was Wiona seriously not worried she'd go straight for her stomach?