Classic Novel
Chapter 4
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.”
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“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.
Even Bella, who was leaning against the door with her glass of wine, froze.
A minute later, York left and Bella smirked. She gazed at Uriah mockingly, “Pregnant? Uriah, what are your
intentions?”
Uriah grabbed his blazer and put it on, his tone as indifferent as ever, “It was an accident.”
Bella threw her wine glass on the floor, “Accident? I kissed
Verne Duke and you broke up with me, married some random woman, and now you’ve got that other woman pregnant. What do you take me for?”
Her pride would not be trampled on like this!
Especially not by Uriah!
Uriah finally looked at her, his eyes wavering with a rare hint of tenderness, “Bella, I gave you a chance.”
Bella laughed, “So, that’s how you want to get back at me?”
Uriah turned around and walked up to her. As he did, the small semblance of gentleness in his eyes had disappeared and his expression grew cold instead, “I said, it was an accident.”
Bella turned her face away, then turned back around two seconds later. The anger on her face had faded, and a confident smile returned to her face, “Okay, I’ll pay for my former mistakes. Deal with it however you want. I won’t interfere. But remember just one thing. I, Bella, can still live without you!”