Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 93

Jace had barely managed to settle Kellen onto the sofa before his mother’s words hit him. His face went pale in an instant.

He shot up, leaving Kellen behind without a second thought, and tore out the door.

“Wiona, you really think you can play me like this? If I don’t catch you tonight, I swear…”

Wiona finally slipped out through the villa’s front gate. She couldn’t run, not with the babies inside her. She pressed her hand to her belly and walked as quickly as she dared. She knew Jace would figure things out soon enough and come after her.

She couldn’t stop. She wove through the winding paths of the estate, the rain coming down so hard that the streetlights were just blurry smudges in the blackness. All she could do was hope that if she took enough turns, she’d lose him, that maybe he’d take a wrong turn somewhere and she’d disappear for good.

Her strength gave out eventually. She ducked under the edge of a roof and crouched down, wringing the water from her soaked clothes. The apron tied around her head was useless. She was shaking all over, teeth chattering so hard it hurt.

She wasn’t ready to give up. She couldn’t just accept being toyed with, couldn’t lose her babies after everything.

But what did she have left? When she finally had Jace’s phone in her hand, she’d realized she didn’t even know who to call for help. The numbers she remembered were for her parents, her brother, her mentor, and Jace himself. All the people she’d thought would always be there for her had tossed her aside without a second thought.

She’d hoped she could at least keep her children, but after tonight, she didn’t know if she’d make it through at all.

Maybe it would be easier to just let go. She didn’t even know who she really was. Just an orphan, drifting through life. She’d already been luckier than most, having felt loved for over twenty years.

Her mind started to go fuzzy and she slumped sideways, collapsing onto the ground.

Right as she started to lose consciousness, two shadows ran toward her in the rain.

“Ms. Morgan! Ms. Morgan, can you hear me?”

“Oh my god, it’s really her. She’s burning up. She’s got a fever!”

“Hurry, get her in the car.”

Wiona barely made out their shapes, but she was certain—this wasn’t Jace. Relief washed over her. Even if she died tonight, at least it wouldn’t be at that man’s hands.

But why did their voices sound so familiar? Who were they?

She felt herself being lifted gently, carried to a car. That same familiar woman’s voice spoke again. “Sir, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to lay Ms. Morgan beside you.”

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