The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Chapter 98



“She’s not pregnant?”

Francine breathed a sigh of relief because her family did not have to be humiliated.

“But why did she visit the gynecologist if she’s not pregnant?”

“Well, I can’t talk about this because I’m afraid that Stefan might get upset…”

Briar looked at Stefan carefully and spoke pretentiously.

Stefan’s handsome face was as hard as a stone. “Go on!” he said coldly.

“Umm… I’ll tell you the truth then…”

Briar was very satisfied with his reaction, so she continued eagerly, “I didn’t tell you right away after seeing the photograph because I feared a misunderstanding. So, I went to see their attending doctor to get the truth. The doctor told me she wasn’t pregnant, though she was ready to have Mr. Osborne’s child. They got a lot of vitamin B…

“And… It looks like she can’t get pregnant easily. If a natural pregnancy fails, they may try getting a test-tube baby.” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Of course, Briar made those things up.

She indeed found the attending doctor who was responsible for Renee and Liam, but the other party denied that he had attended to them. She had nothing useful that they wanted.

Hence, she took the chance to make the situation worse just to slander Renee. Besides, she had even bribed her attending doctor.

Even if Stefan sent people there to investigate, he might get the same answer.

“Humph, I knew it! There must be something wrong with this jinx, and she can’t get pregnant. Luckily, Stef was smart enough to divorce her in time…”

Francine felt that her family had escaped from a disaster. As she gloated at the misfortune of others, she said, “Now it’s the Osborne family’s turn to be unlucky. If Geronimo learns that his dearest son has found a sterile woman, he may be greatly infuriated!”

Stefan remained silent all that while, but his handsome face was horribly gloomy.

Seeing that, Francine became upset. “Stef, why are you looking at it in such a way? Shouldn’t you be happy? Why do I feel like you can’t accept it?

“She even claimed you got bitten by a poisonous snake just to save her. Don’t tell me that

you’ve feelings for her now. Don’t be fooled!”

Stefan clenched his fists, but there wasn’t so much as a single twitch of emotion on his

gorgeous

face. “Never!” he hissed cruelly with his thin lips slightly parted.

Three days later.

Renee had been staying in the house for three whole days after she came back from the hospital. She did not even walk out.

She thought that Stefan would come and deal with her when he learned he’d been fooled, which was why she hid there. It wasn’t a very promising prospect, though.

Oddly enough, he went completely missing in those three days. He didn’t even text her, much less go to her.

She then recalled how she stayed with him to care for him during those few days. They were once so close, but now she felt like it was a lifetime away. It was as if it had not happened.

Disappearing from each others’ world that way would be the most suitable ending.

However, they needed to get a divorce before that.

Today was the day they would get divorced.

None of them contacted each other as if they were deliberately setting themselves against each other and waiting for the other party to be the bad guy to ruin that stalemate.

After waiting almost half a day, Renee finally could not hold herself back.

She picked up her phone and sent Stefan a message.

“We’re getting a divorce today. What time should we meet up?”

Stefan soon sent her a reply. “In half an hour.”

Why was he so cold?

Renee looked at the few words on her phone. She inevitably felt extremely resentful when she recalled how she had worked so hard to care for him during those few days.

Forget it. He was naturally an extremely aloof person. She had failed to move him after four years. So, how would he change in those few days?

Renee grabbed her documents and immediately hailed a taxi to City Hall.

Stefan’s car arrived the moment she alighted the cab…


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