Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife

Minutes passed by, and the Chewolet finally pulled to a stop in front of a cory coffee shop. The place was famous for its cold and hot beverages. I'd never been there before, though. It was my first time setting fo We enterest the upscale door in silence and furul a spot to sit down. The

taller the glass window was perfect. It was far from other tables, and no ene nearby would overhear our conversation

Placing my suitcase on the floor, Hovered my backpack on top of it before I occupied my seat. Hatalia took the chall opposite mine.

A female server came to our table and asked for our order.

Natasa ondered iced coffee, a low-

calorie drink I expected her to choose, while Londered hot chocolate. Natalia paid for the drinks, insisted on paying for my own, but she refused.

She stressed it was her responsibility to pay since she was the one who invited me to the coffee shop

To get things over quickly, I allowed her to pay for it. When her iced coffee and my hot chocolate arrived, I skipped the pleasantries and asked her straight away, "What do you want?" I shot the question at her w Natalia didn't respond right away. Instead, she reached for her iced coffee and took a quick sip, Looking around, I discovered I wasn't the only one watching her. She had garnered a few admiring glances from wasn't a mess. Not that I wanted to compete with her; I would never be a beauty like Natalia Romani. But I wanted to make sure I didn't look as though I had just gotten out of bed. Relieved that my hair wasn't a "I'm pregnant," Natalia announced, and it felt as though a bomb exploded in front of me.

She was pregnant. There was only one man that came to mind when I thought of the father of the growing life in her womb: Grey Bradford.noveldrama

Clenching my fists into tight balls, I swallowed the lump in my throat and ignored the searing pain in my heart. With all the strength I could muster, summoned a bright smile on my lips, shielding the pain with a p

voice.

if my husband were here, I would slap him hard across the face.

That cheating bastard hated him, I thought to myself.

"Grey is indeed a fast worker," I told her, shrugging my shoulders in a way that appeared as though I didn't care about my husband getting her pregnant.

"He's a wonderful lover too," Natalia said. This time, a slow smile curved on

her red lips. "He's wild and monstrous in bed. No wonder he immediately got me pregnant," she added with a sparkle in her eye.

Natalia's remark made my curled fists tighten on my lap until my knuckles turned white.

I hated Grey with a hot, burning passion. The reminder that we had sex last night made the hate inside me grow stronger. I felt

so dirty knowing that aside from me, he had touched another woman.

Damn you; Grey Bradford cursed inwardly, murdering him in my mind. Why didn't he wait for us to divorce before he got Natalia pregnant?

"I haven't told Grey about the pregnancy," Natalia pighed. "We had a fight yesterday, and I haven't told him the news yet, but I'm sure he'll be happy once

he hears it."

Silence lapsed between us.

I had nothing to say, so I kept my mouth shut. Inwardly, I wished our conversation would end soon.

"I hope our child will be a boy. I want

to name him Dylan too," Natalia mumbled as her dainty fingers caressed her flat tummy.

My cheeks instantly turned red with fury. My fingers curled into a ball as I suppressed the urge to smack her in the face for bringing up my son's name Her intention to name her child Dylan was an insult to me a

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"I didn't come here just to be insulted, Miss Romani," I warned her. "Since you already told me about your pregnancy, I don't want to stay anymore," added with chilling civility and without a trace of emotion on m I slid my bag onto my shoulders, ready to leave, but before I could get to my feet, Natalia stopped me.

"If you leave, you will never hear what I wish to tell you," she told me, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she waited for me to decide if I would stay

or not.

"Huh, only

nonsense will come from your lips," I snapped, glaring at her, wary that she might be hiding a trick up her sleeve, and I prepared myself in advance for an attack.

Natalia ignored me and continued. "You're going to

learn the truth today, Lily," she smiled at me viciously

"What truth?" I gritted myt

teeth in irritation.

"I will tell you what Grey has been doing behind your back for years. Especially the night Dylan died in the accident."

"I hate wasting my time, Miss Romani. Especially if it's you have to waste it with," I told her after taking a deep breath, "I will leave now." i snapped out of my seat, but Natalia quickly grabbed my wrists and forced me to sit down.

"Don't touch me!" I snapped, pulling my hand away from her.

*Did you think Grey had been faithful to you all these years?" she hissed, fury emanating from her eyes. "If you think so, you're wrong, Lily. Did you think that we just started our affair after I returned from Paris? Knowing her words were only meant to hurt me, I listed my chin, "I don't believe you at all. Grey has been

faithful to me all these years, but when you returned, that's when our marriage began to fall apart.”

"Do you believe so?" Natalia laughed. Her sweet laughter filled the air, causing a few heads to turn to her, wondering what she found funny.

Ishot her a sharp glance; if looks could kill, she would have already died from a fatal stab wou

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Natalia opened the handbag she carried and took out her phone. "After you see this video, I'm sure you will hate Grey for the rest of your life," she said in a tone overflowing with confidence.

"Do you think I would believe that video?"

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. "I don't need to force you to believe it because the truth is undeniable. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear before an evil grin tugged at the corners of her lips. "See it for yours Natalia beckoned me to take the phone from her grasp. Despite having second thoughts,

I took it with trembling fingers and pressed the play button.

With my heart pounding hard inside my rib cage, my eyes stared unblinkingly at the screen. I held the phone still, careful not to let it slip from my trembling fingers.

My gaze swept over the familiar interior of an expansive office

with modem furniture. I had stepped foot in the sa

same room a hundred times before and nearly memorized the arrangement. I knew the video was filmed inside the Penthouse of La Paraiso Hotel, where Grey's office was located.

The door opened, and a man wearing an elegant suit and the strode into the room with ease. His height and build confirmed it was Grey

The sight of him made my heart race in apprehension.

He briskly moved across the room. Upon reaching his office table, he picked up his briefcase. He was on his way to the door when the door opened, and a woman came inside. Instantly, I recognized Natalia Ro "Grey," Natalia whispered, coming to a stop in the doorway. She was wearing an off shoulder silk dress with the hem barely reaching halfway up her thighs. With that dress on, if she bent down to pick something