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The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage
His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius
Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
The Warlord's Lovely Prize
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
"Mrs. Taylor, you're pregnant for eight weeks. From the ultrasound, it looks like there's more than one baby in your belly. But we'll have to wait another two weeks to make sure."
The doctor's words exploded in Gabrielle Zane's head like a lit firecracker!
She was still in shock when she walked out of the office with the ultrasound sheet.
She was two months pregnant with twins?
How surprising it was!
This was the most beautiful gift God had ever granted her!
She wondered if Ben Taylor would be as happy as she was to hear the news?
They had been married for two years. Although neither of them had used contraceptives, she hadn't conceived. It was unexpected that she got pregnant when they were about to divorce.
So they did not have to divorce?
It seemed that God was still treating her well.
Gabrielle was staring at the ultrasound sheet with a joyful expression when she suddenly heard a familiar voice.
"Ben, the doctor just told me to be careful in the early stages of pregnancy, so don't worry. I will definitely deliver a healthy baby to the Taylor Family."
At the woman's soft voice, Gabrielle intuitively looked over.
A tall handsome man and a woman in a white dress walked side by side in the hallway.
The man's thin lips were set in a serious line, and the pretty woman with bright eyes and teeth was looking at him affectionately.
"Ben? Joyce?" Gabrielle's astonished gaze fell on the ultrasound sheet in the woman's hand, and her face turned pale, "You... Ben, we have not divorced yet! I cannot believe that you can't even wait for that moment!"
Joyce Smith, Ben's ex-girlfriend, dumped Ben for no reason two years ago. His family forced the latter to engage in a flash marriage.
The wife in the marriage was Gabrielle.
Gabrielle was keenly aware that she and Ben were not a real couple. But she always thought that as long as they had a child, their marriage would last.
However, reality slapped her in the face.
Joyce came back with a child of Ben... And what about the baby in her belly now?
"Gabrielle?" After a glance at the list in Gabrielle's hand, Ben's bright eyes went dark, "You're pregnant?"
"Does it matter? Your mistress also has your baby anyway!" Gabrielle clenched her lower lip, trying not to lose her temper. But the sight of intimacy between the two made her angry. "Ben! I agree with our divorce! Immediately!"
After she exclaimed, her breathing almost stopped, her hands clenching the ultrasound sheet.
How happy she was about the news in the first place and how heartbroken she felt now as if her heart was being torn.
"Gabrielle!" Ben's eyes flashed with a trace of anger, "It's you who agreed at first, now you regret? What do you think I am! Divorce? Don't even think about it!"
His words confused Gabrielle. It was him who repeatedly reminded her that their marriage would only last for two years, no matter what. Did he change his mind? Did he have a few feelings for her?
At the thought of this, her heart fluttered with a touch of excitement.
But seeing the woman nestling against him dispelled the hint of excitement in her heart.
"Ben," Gabrielle took a light breath and said without emotions, "Since you have cheated on me, what makes you think I should continue to put up with you? Who gives you the qualification?"
Ben gritted his teeth, "Gabrielle!"
"What's going on? Why is there such a big crowd here?"
"It seems the wife and the home-wrecker are both pregnant and are arguing with each other!"
"How can home-wreckers nowadays be so shameless?"
The scene that a wife fight with a mistress was always eye-catching.
Joyce, who had kept silent all the time, turned pale and pulled Ben's sleeve slightly, sobbing, "Ben, I'll go first..."