After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

The next day, Ashley was no pleased to hear that he had yet another doctor's appointment with Doctor Bailey. "I'm perfectly fine, mommy!" He complained as Grace got him ready for the day. "Why do I still have to go." "Because if you don't, you'll have an awful stomach ache," Owen said as he walked into the living room, pecking Leonica on the cheek as he did. "Isn't that right, dear?" She nodded. "That's right," "But I'm already healthy," Ashley argued, his lips forming a pout as he stared at his mother with the most adorable puppy dog eyes. "Please mommy, let's skip this one." "No can do, Ashley," She shook her head as she lowered herself to his level, dismissing Grace as she took over the task of adjusting his sweater. "I know you hate needles, sweetie, but you just gotta do this one for me. It's gonna be the last one, I promise." She stuck out her small finger.

"Really?" Ashley was hesitant, but the reassuring look in his mother's eyes quickly washed away every spec of hesitation.

"Yes, I promise." She responded, hooking her fingers with his when the child brought his rather small finger forth. "Alright, let's go." Owen smiled and picked Ashley up, carrying him against his side and with his free hand, taking Leonica's hand as they exited the mansion, leaving behind Grace who bowed and bade the goodbye.

The drive to the hospital was short, with Ashley sitting on his mother's lap as Owen drove, humming along with her to the music playing on the radio.

Once there, Ashley was ushered into the doctor's office where Doctor Bailey awaited, his usual smile plastered on his face.

"How are we feeling, young man?" He asked, watching as Leonica lifted Ashley onto the bed.

"Fine," Ashley answered.

"That's great. Well, today's visit should be quick," He turned to Leonica and Owen flashing them a smile that only one of them knew all too well. "Ms. Romero, Mr. Lee, could you please step out for a short while.

Leonica hesitated as usual, not wanting to leave Ashley alone. But Owen gently gave her shoulder a squeeze, shooting her a look that told her Ashley was going to be okay.

"Alright," She nodded and kissed Ashley on the forehead. "I'll be right outside, okay." "Okay, Mommy." Ashley smiled and waved at her as she and Owen stepped out of the room, closing the door behind them.

As soon as they did, Leonica turned around to see Gabriel approaching them.

"Leonica," He greeted, stopping in front of her, eyes quickly scanning her figure and noting that the bandage on her leg had been removed. "You're doing better. That's good." She flashed a smile, tensed but polite. "Yeah, thanks." "How's Ashley?" He proceeded to ask, barely giving Owen a glance.

"He's okay," She turned towards the window, watching as Doctor Bailey carried out the usual procedures on the young child. "The doctor's with him right now, so-" She allowed the rest of her words trail off, fully aware that the whatever else she had to say wasn't new news.

She sighed, Gosh, when was she going to hear something about Ashley's condition that would give her a small glimpse of hope? Another sigh from her and Owen's hand was placed on her lower back, drawing her attention away from Ashley's check up. "He'll be fine." He said, smiling and Leonica nodded, feeling slightly comforted.

The interaction, however small and brief it was, didn't escape Gabriel's eyes, and once again, the jealousy he felt towards Owen, grew.

He clenched his jaws, rolled his shoulder and forced his eyes to look away from the scene, reminding himself that he had chere today for Ashley's checkup.

Or so he tried to convince himself, but the more he saw Owen interaction with Leonica, not making any effort to hide his damn admiration, the more irritated Gabriel got.

It got to a point that he could no longer remain a third party and loudly cleared his throat, disrupting whatever moment the couple beside him was having.

"I heard from Margret," He started, getting Leonica's attention. "That you had sent a package for me, I wanted to thank you, and also," He glanced at Owen. "To invite you out for dinner stime, as thank you." He added the last part when Owen chuckled silently. Crazy bastard, he thought, inviting another man's Fiancée out for dinner right in front of him, it was as if Gabriel didn't see him at all.

"You don't have to thank me," Leonica answered, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "I was simply returning the gesture." "Well, I think I do, and I'm asking you to allow me. Please?" He tried once more, this tlooking her in the eyes, however his confidence flattering at the look in her eyes.

"I insist, Gabriel," She stated, sounding much polite than the cold look in her eyes. "There's no need for any further thank you." With yet another rejection from the person he liked, in less than a week, Gabriel becsilent, much to Owen's pleasure.

Fortunately, nothing more was said between he and Leonica when Doctor Bailey stuck his head out from the room, requesting for Leonica's attention.

"Just her alone." He said when both Owen and Gabriel tried following her in.

"It's fine. Ashley and I would be out in a sec," Leonica flashed Owen a smile and as she walked in, Gabriel found himself wishing that smile had been for him.

"It's so obvious on your face," Owen's voice had his attention snapping from Leonica towards the person speaking. "The way you look at her, like a fucking love sick puppy." He shook his head. "As her Fiancé, I find that really annoying." Gabriel blinked once, not in confusion, but rather, in slight surprise that Owen had addressed him, let alone spoke to him.

"Excuse me?" He tilted his head.

"You heard me," Owen turned to look at him, impassive expression painted all across his visage. "Asking my fiancée out to a dinner in front of me, not even bothering to look at me, you must be pretty gutsy." Gabriel was taken, but soon found himself snorted. "What's wrong with that? Are so you insecure that you don't allow Leonica have male friends?" "Male friends ain't my problem," He stepped forward. "You are. Lay off her already, would you. Forcing feelings that she isn't going to reciprocate is not gonna make her fall in love with you." "Seven years ago you had your chance, you messed it up, bad," Owen shook his head in a taunting manner. "And I'm not gonna allow you ruin her life all over again." His expression suddenly becmuch serious after saying that. "She far too important forto stand by and watch that happen." Gabriel's eyes twitched, but before he could say another word, the door in front of them opened and Leonica, along with Ashley stepped out.

"Did something happen?" She asked as soon as she noticed the tensed air between both men.

Owen shook his head, smiling blissfully at her. "Not at all, luce mia," He bent down and picked Ashley up, pecking Leonica on the cheek with making eye contact with Gabriel. "Gabriel and I just had a simple talk." Simple my ass, Gabriel thought as he fought to keep his expression neutral. Whilst Owen basked in his obvious victory.

Once again.

"Why again do I have to handle these damn board meetings?" Jamil grumbled under his breath as he walked to his office, Florence and Jaxson trailing behind him. "I pay you guys for shit like this, don't I?" "Yes, but unfortunately we aren't executive level yet." Jaxson answered as politely as possible.

But Jamil being who he is, took offence to it. "Of course you haven't. During your ten years here neither of you have done anything promotion worthy." He turned to face them after stopping just out the door of his office. "And I swear to God, if that goes on for another fucking month, you're both going to lose your jobs." Florence and Jaxson shared a look before nodding. "Yes sir." They said in sync.

"You're dismissed." He said and walked into his office. However, the moment he turned around, he nearly got a heart attack from seeing Irene seating on his table. "Fuck. How did you get in here?" He remained silent, looking at his with calculating eyes that he didn't find pleasing in the least bit.

"You know what, forget that," He stated as he walked towards the bar in his office, pouring himself a drink before turning to face Irene. "What are you doing here?" "I cto thank you." Her voice csounding much more...confident that it previously was.

Jamil cocked his head. "Thank me?" "Yes," She hummed, gently hoping down from his table to approach him. "Thank you. If it weren't for you approaching me, I would never have known about all the things I was missing out on. All the things Leonica stole from me." Jamil chuckled, finding it funny how she still allowed that delusional mentality of hers exist. "You're still thinking like that, I see." He took a sip from his drink and shook his head, to absorbed in his cocky ways to notice the way Irene watched him with expectant eyes. "So is that all? Or did you chere for something else, to begperhaps?" It was Irene's turn to chuckle this taround. "Beg you," She scoffed. "What use is a dead man to me. You'll merely be dead weight." "Dead man?" Jamil questioned in confusion and Irene merely looked at his cup.

"You shouldn't have disposed of me, Jamil," She said as her eyes darkened. "Because you have no idea what I'm capable of when backed against a wall." The realization dawned on him too late, but he wasted no tin discarding the cup, staring at Irene with wide eyes.

Did she poison his drink? There were over fifty drinks on the bar, How could she have known which one he was going to pick? Did she simply poison everything?

esmiled "It was the ice," Irene spoke up as if reading the questions going through his mind and his eyes widened. "Unpredictable, wasn't it." She smiled when seeing how he was starting to turn red with anger. "I wouldn't beg agitated if I were you, that would only kill you faster." "You bitch," He cursed, gritting his teeth, wanting to reach over and strangle the woman standing before him, when he suddenly felt his legs start to grow weak and his body temperature rising. "You..." He glared daggers at her. "Poisoned... Me?" "Yes," She answered bluntly, walking around him as he struggled to stand. "Someone once toldto get rid of waste when it's no longer needed, and you are no longer needed." Jamil wanted to curse at her, but the sudden pain rushing through his heart and brain silenced him.

"It a poison that makes your death look like stroke from overwork, efficient, ain't it?" She asked as she raised a small empty bottle in front of Jamil, shaking it for a few seconds before sighing. "It costfour fucking thousand dollars." Yeah, like Jamil cared about the price. Right now, what he wanted to ve

hear was a means to ease his pain, and since Irene wasn't saying anything of sort, he sort out the next option, seating in hopes to calm the pain, buy himself stperhaps, so he moved towards his chair, but before he could even get close to reaching it, Irene had kicked the seat out of the way, causing him to collapse to the floor in pain. Shortly after, He gasped for air, clutching at his chest.

"It's setting in, I see." And with that, she reached into her bra and pulled out a small bottle. "The antidotem reach it and you live, if not, you die She stated bluntly, and watched as Jamil, eager to leave, crawled towards the table, stretching his hand out, but a wave of pain e suddenly hit him, causing his body to shake tremendously.

He fell to the ground, twitching and spasming violently as he desperately reached out for the bottle, but Irene, who stood right beside him, kicked it away.

"You were a great partner, Jamil, really, you were. But I no longer have use for you, so," She turned around and walked towards the door, a smile on her face. "I hope you had a great life, cause, well, that's coming to an end." And with that, she walked away, leaving Jamil to claw and struggle for his life.