After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 116 Return Of The Prodigal Wife.

"You’re, his wife?" Leonica questioned, disbelief and surprise evident on her visage.

The woman, Irene Rosewood, nodded her head proudly. "Indeed. Now who the hell are you?”

The look of surprise on her face was soon replaced with one of bewilderment. The balls of this lady? Taking up such a rude tone when she barely knew her.

Apart from their striking resemblance which Leonica found troubling, she really couldn’t think of any other reason in the book why some such as her, a total stranger, should be so rude to her.

Or, did she perhaps think that She had a thing with Arvan. Possible, seeing as his speech had gotten millions of views, but the thought alone, despite the fact that Said man had confessed to her less than an hour ago, made Leonica chuckle.

"Is something funny?" Irene asked, her lips set in a hard line.

"Not really," Leonica answered, chuckling at her. "You see, I’ve never seen anyone who’d have the audacity to take such a rude tone on a total stranger they barely know."

Irene blinked, clearly taken aback by Leonica’s audacity to spit back. Her appearance had given the opposite of her attitude.

“You... Do you know who I am?” She questioned in an intimidating manner, narrowing her lavender eyes at Leonica.

“Well, except from Arvan’s apparent wife, as you’ve introduced yourself, no I do not know who you are.” Leonica answered with a straight face.

Irene scoffed, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. She took a step forward, opening her mouth to speak, but the moment her lips had parted, a third voice found it’s way into their conversation.

“Irene?” Arvan rounded the corner, face twisting with displeasure the moment he spotted his wife... Well, Ex wife. “What the hell are you doing here?”

If not for his kind gesture with Gently pushing her behind himself, Leonica would have thought that the Arvan in front of her was a totally different person from whom she knew.

“Arvan, honey...”

“Don’t.” He cut her off with a stern and warning tone. “What are you doing here?” He asked again.

Irene swallowed hard and for a moment, her eyes travelled back to Leonica. Her cheeks instantly colored pink with embarrassment when she found the woman watching.

“I came back into the country last week, called but you weren’t answering.” She explained, eyes flicking back to Leonica once more as she added. “At least I now know why.”

Leonica kept silent, but the vague smile on her lips said it all. ‘Talk trash about me, and I’d hand your ass to you, on a silver platter’ was written all over her face.

Irene’s jaw clenched, and if looks could kill, Leonica would be writhing on the floor, but unfortunately for her, the daggers she was shooting at her weren’t lethal.

“Did you enjoy? Ignoring the mother of your child while you messed around with a cheap copy?”

"Watch it."

"Oh please," She rolled her eyes. "You can’t be serious, Arvan. You can’t actually think that, she, is prettier than me. Ah, she can’t be, after all, we look so much alike. Is that what drew you to her?"

At her question, Arvan tensed up and Leonica looked up at him, eyes narrowing in seconds worth curiosity.

Yeah, was that what drew him to her? That would explain why he was so nice to her and Ashley the first time they met, Leonica thought.

When Arvan looked back, reluctantly meeting her eyes, she could see the look of guilt on his face and she lowered her head, a ghostly outline of a smile painting her lips.

Ah, so he had simply been projecting his wife’s image onto her. From the very beginning till now, even hours before when he had confessed to her. All of that was because she looked like his wife.

As baffling as the situation proved, Leonica couldn’t bring herself to feel... Offended?

Seeing the look on her face, Arvan cursed himself for never telling her about his ex wife.

Irene Rosewood, she was a devil, at least after he married her. At first, she had been a pure saint, leaning more into her innocent appearance and fooling people, but the moment their vows were taken and Daisy was born a year after, she showed her true colors.

At first, Arvan thought it was a short time thing caused by after pregnancy syndromes, but it wasn’t and just like that, he watched his marriage crumble as she filed for divorce and went off with her frat playboy.

Three years later, after the divorce had finally been settled for good, Arvan ran into Leonica at the kindergarten. Which ironically, that was just three months ago. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t mistake her for Irene the first time they met and the time after that, and after that, but slowly, he began to see her for who she was, Leonica, not the image of his ex wife.

“Leonica,” He began, wanting to remedy the situation, but Irene beat him to the punch.

“Tell me this one thing, Arvan, is she better than I am in bed? Can she satisfy you?”

“That’s enough.” Arvan growled.

“So she is, isn’t she.” Irene spat, the look on her face making it clear that she was pissed, and then, the next moment, the expression was wiped off and a smirk adorned her lips. "Or have you perhaps not fucked her?”

“I said that’s enough!” Arvan repeated, raising his voice, not caring if the entire neighborhood heard.

“Arvan, dear, we both know the truth.” Irene purred, eyes locking with Leonica. “You see, he was always such a good husband to me, and not just in bed. He gave me everything I ever wanted and more, but sadly, It wasn’t enough and-“

“Do I look like I give a shit?” Leonica’s voice interrupted her, holding a nonchalant tone that had Irene blinking in confusion.

“What?” She sputtered.

Leonica sighed and stepped out from behind Arvan, only glancing at him once before she faced his wife, or ex wife, but she didn’t know that.

“Look, lady, I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, and frankly, I don’t care. As for your questions, I’ll answer them one by one. Firstly, I’m not his girlfriend, nor do I plan to be. I apologize if as his wife you may have gotten the wrong impression, but Arvan and I...were just friend, so don’t bother asking about what goes on between us. As for being prettier than you, I guess we can’t be compared. We’re both beautiful, just in our own unique ways,” She said and paused a smirk coming on her lips. “Nah, now that I think about it, the fabricated can never be better than the original. And lastly, if I were you, I’d fix that attitude of mine, after all, you don’t want to accidentally step on the wrong foot.”

At the end of her speech, Arvan looked at her with an open mouth and wide eyes, and Irene, on the other hand, was shocked, not believing her ears.

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Leonica Romero.” She introduced with a proud smile and watched as Irene’s face completely deflated. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

“Romero?” She repeated, the name ringing a bell in her head.

Leonica nodded and stepped closer to her, looking down at her and smiling. “I’ll be taking my leave, now. And remember, fix that attitude of yours. I’m only letting you off because I understand where you’re coming from as a wife, but trust me, if this were to repeat itself a second time, you would regret it. That I can make sure of.” She turned towards Arvan and smiled. “Have a nice evening, Arvan. I’ll be sure to contact you when I need help with anything else.”

As she walked off, leaving Irene in shock, Arvan hurriedly jogged after her, gently taking hold of her wrist just as she stepped outside.

“Leonica wait, please listen to me. I-“

“I’m not angry at you, Arvan.” Leonica said, cutting off whatever apology he was about to spill forth. “For some reason I can’t bring myself to be. But I do want to ask, did you only ever see her in me? Was our entire friendship built on me being some sort of replacement?” Her eyes searched his as she asked.

“No.” Arvan immediately denied, shaking his head and tightening his hold on her wrist. “The first few times, yeah, I admit that. But now, I see you for you.” He said.

Leonica’s shoulders relaxed at his response, and a smile crept to her lips. It was good knowing their friendship wasn’t built on something so unpleasant.

“I’m not asking you to believe me right away,” Arvan continued. “But I just want you to know that.”

“I know.” Leonica nodded. “And thank you.”

“For?”

“Everything, including being honest. That’s one quality I really like in a man.”

Arvan chuckled and the grip on her wrist loosened, sliding down to hold her hand. “I’m glad.” He said, flashing her a smile. “And for the record, Irene’s my ex wife. We’re divorced.”

Leonica took a moment to register what he had just told her before nodding. “I see.”

“And I’m sorry about her. If I had known that she was back in the country, I would have made sure to keep her away from you.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Besides, her words didn’t offend me.”

“Are you sure? I mean, if you’re pretending not to be offended because of the resemblance...”

“Absolutely.”

Arvan smiled. “I’m glad.”

“I should get going.” Leonica said, taking her hand out of his grasp. “It’s getting dark.”

“Yeah, it is.” Arvan agreed, his voice sounding a bit disappointed. “I’ll be seeing you.”

“See you.” Leonica flashed him one last smile before walking off towards the direction of her car.

“Wait, I’ll escort you.” Arvan offered, catching up to her in no time.

Leonica didn’t refuse him, after all, she wasn’t one to deny a gentleman’s offer.

“Your Ex is pretty.” She commented.

“That’s a cheesy way to compliment yourself, Leo.” Arvan said and she chuckled at the nickname.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be from now on, huh?” She asked and Arvan laughed.

“I guess it is. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not really.” He said as they arrived at her car.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She said, looking up at him as he hovered by her door.

“Alright.” He said. “Have a safe trip back.”

“Thanks.” She replied and Arvan nodded, shutting the door.

He remained standing by her car and waved until she drove off, then, with a sigh, he turned around and made his way back.

*~*

Leonica was on her way back home, currently stuck in traffic to be precise, when she got a phone call from Alistair.

“Yeah, hello?” She answered, placing the phone on speaker and focusing back on the road just as the light turned green.

“Ms. Romero, I apologize for calling you all of a sudden but I need your help.” Alistair spoke having urgency in his voice.

“What is it?”

“I’m a bit caught up in a board meeting, with, you know, that thing, and as things stand, the meeting looks like it’s going to last another extra three to four hours, and the thing is, Owen’s sick and no one’s at home to take care of him.” He explained.

“I see.” She muttered, her brows furrowing in concern at his words.

“I wouldn’t ask this of you Ms. Romero, but as things stand, there’s no one else I can trust this much, so if you can, could you please-“

“Yes, of course.” Leonica interrupted him before he could finish up. “Just send me the address.”

Alistair released a relieved sigh from the other end. “I really owe you one, Ms. Romero. I’m gonna send the address now. The medicines are on the kitchen counter and I stored some porridge in the fridge, you can warm it up for him in case he hasn’t eaten. Oh, and in case he doesn’t answer, the pass code is 032490.”

Her birthday, that was the first thought that crossed her mind as she heard those numbers.

“Alright, noted.” She said and ended the call, making a U-turn when Alistair sent her the address.

Thirty minutes later, she arrived at Owen’s place.

“Owen?” She called out, knocking against the door.

Once. Twice. Thrice. It was around the forth time she began to get worried and typed in the pass code Alistair had given her.

The door made a beeping sound, granting her access. Put just as she pulled it open and took her first step in, the bright entrance lights turning on, she spotted Owen lying on the floor, right in front of her.

“Oh god.”

Leonica quickly rushed over, dropping to her knees by his side. She felt his forehead, her brows knitting together as she did.

“He’s burning up.” She muttered, lifting him in her arms and trying to rush him to the bedroom, where ever that was, but under his weight, her kneels gave out and she crumbled to the floor, Owen landing on top of her.

The Impact, as little and cushioned by her body as it may have been, woke Owen up to some extent and slowly, his eyes opened, locking into her.

“Leo?”