How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 159

Yvan was stunned.

Winifred had depression?

After a long moment, he growled, "You're lying!"

It had to be a lie. Owen was always full of it.

"Lying? Ha! I had it all checked out. The proof is solid, one hundred percent true," Owen said. "Seven years ago, during the summer break of your sophomore year, not long after you broke up, Winifred went to the hospital for an abortion. That baby was yours, right? After that, she fell into a deep depression and even had to take a semester off from college."

Owen's words were like a sharp knife, carving a gaping hole in Yvan's heart.

He stood there,unable to utter a single word.

Owen looked at him, sighing theatrically. "Yvan, oh Yvan, no wonder Winifred hates you. You didn't even know she was pregnant and lost the baby. You didn't know she had depression. What have you been doing all this time? I'd advise you to just give up. With a thorn like that in her heart, how could Winifred ever take you back?"

Yvan didn't hear a word of Owen's taunts.

His mind was consumed by those few phrases: she was pregnant, she lost the baby, she had depression.

She had been carrying his child. Why hadn't she told him?

Had she really been through so much, suffered so much, these past seven years? Why hadn't she ever told him?

Was this the real reason she kept pushing him away?

A chill ran through Yvan's veins.

Why had he never bothered to find out how she had been all these years? Why had he been so focused on pursuing her without ever truly caring about her well-being? He had even resorted to despicable means to force her back to him when she rejected him.

Even Owen knew about all this, but he, the person at the center of it all, had been completely clueless.

Yvan, you really are a damned fool.

He clutched his chest, a wave of agony washing over him as he slowly sank to his knees.

The thought gave her a headache, and her anger toward Yvan deepened.

He was getting revenge because she had rejected him.

Winifred returned to her apartment complex dejectedly. When she got to her floor, she was surprised to see Yvan sitting by her door, a cigarette dangling from his fingers.

Yvan heard her footsteps and slowly looked up. The moment he saw her, he scrambled to his feet, dropping the cigarette and stamping it out.

Winifred glanced at the ground, which was littered with several cigarette butts and a dusting of ash. She frowned. "Yvan, if you need to smoke, please do it somewhere else. Don't dirty my doorstep."

Yvan said nothing. He just stood there, staring at her, motionless.

He was blocking her door. "Move," she said impatiently, pushing him aside. "You're in my way."

Yvan stumbled to the side as Winifred took out her keys, a flicker of confusion in her mind.