Pregnant with My Ex-Husband’s Child Novel

Chapter 4 Chapter 4 288 Vouchers Vincent watched my determined back, his face turning pale. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly let out a low laugh-filled with mockery and a hint of defiance. "Fine, let's get a divorce. Amanda, don't come crying and begging me to remarry later!" He took out his phone, quickly dialing a number. His tone was cold again, with a hint of deliberate arrogance. "David Harris, come to my house now.

Draft a divorce agreement." After hanging up, he leaned back on the sofa, arms crossed, his eyes full of contempt, as if certain I was just throwing a tantrum and would regret it sooner or later. "You'd better think carefully. You'll never find anyone better than me." I ignored him, just sitting quietly on the sofa, waiting for the lawyer. The air in the living room felt frozen, with only the ticking of the clock on the wall. Half an hour later, David arrived, holding the drafted divorce agreement.

Vincent took the agreement, tossed it onto the coffee table in front of me, and said blankly, "Take a look yourself. If there are no problems, sign it." Chapter 4 11 288 (Vouchers I picked up the agreement and quickly flipped through a few pages. There wasn't much to see. We'd only been married for three months, had no shared property, no joint savings. The only thing connecting us was probably the baby I was carrying that he didn't know about. Vincent watched me flip through the agreement, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Don't worry, I won't treat you poorly. Here's five million.

Consider it your compensation." As he spoke, he took a check from a drawer, filled in the amount, and pushed it toward me. The number on the check was glaring, but I just found it laughable. He probably thought he could get rid of me with five million, that it could make up for all the pain he'd caused me. "I don't need it." I pushed the check back, picked up the pen, and quickly signed my name on the divorce agreement. The sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper was crisp and firm, as if severing all ties between us. The contempt on Vincent's face froze.

He stared at me in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock. He probably hadn't expected me to actually sign so decisively, to be willing to give up him and the Foster family's wealth. "You..." Chapter 4 788 Vouchera He opened his mouth, a hint of barely perceptible panic in his voice for the first time. "Amanda, don't you regret this." I looked up at him, my gaze perfectly calm, and slowly began to speak. "I won't regret it. Also, there's something I need to tell you." "I'm pregnant. Two months along." Vincent shot up from the sofa. His pupils contracted sharply.

He stared at my stomach, his eyes filled with shock, and even a hint of wild joy he himself hadn't noticed. His earlier coldness and contempt vanished in an instant, and his tone became urgent. "What did you say? You're carrying my child??" I nodded, my voice still calm. "Yes." Vincent's emotions flared up instantly. He took two steps forward, as if wanting to get closer, but then held back. The panic on his face was replaced by a strange sense of confidence. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his earlier composure, but couldn't hide the wavering in his voice.

"No wonder you were so impulsive today." "It's normal for pregnant women to have mood swings. I won't hold it Chapter 4 1288 Vouchera against you." "Let's just forget about the divorce. Don't bring it up again." He said it so matter-of-factly, as if my asking for a divorce was just a tantrum, and that as long as he relented, I was supposed to obediently take the easy way out, stay by his side, be his Mrs. Foster, and have his children. I couldn't help but laugh. "Vincent, I think you've got the wrong idea." The smug look on his face froze.

"I didn't tell you I was pregnant to make you stay, and certainly not for you to take back the divorce agreement." "I'm telling you that I'm planning to get an abortion." "As the father, I'm just notifying you out of courtesy."