Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148

“Zoya, are you pregnant?” Harvey stared straight at Zoya.

“I’m not ” Zoya tried to deny it, but before she could finish, Harvey had already yanked Wren to his feet.

“Wren, how could you treat her like this? What kind of dirty tricks did you pull?” Harvey snapped, his voice shaking with anger.

‘If Zoya really is pregnant, does that mean Wren already did something to her before I left Marabotara? And was she forced into this relationship with Wren?‘ Harvey couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild, instantly jumping to all kinds of worst–case scenarios.

Wren snapped out of it and locked eyes with Harvey’s furious glare. “If Zozo really is pregnant with my child, it’s because it was her choice. Mr. Crawford, you’re seriously poking your nose where it doesn’t belong!”

“What did you just say?” Harvey’s anger went up another notch.

“Zozo and I are together. And Mr. Crawford, don’t forget you’re just her friend,” Wren shot back without a hint of politeness.

Harvey immediately raised his fist, and soon the two men were fighting in the restaurant’s private room.

Zoya’s head was pounding. “Stop it, both of you!”

‘Wren knows I’m not pregnant. So why is he still getting involved in this mess with Harvey?‘ Zoya wondered.

Meanwhile, Eowyn piped up, “Zozo, are you actually pregnant? Spill the details! Remember, we agreed I would be your child’s godmother!”

That comment from Eowyn made Harvey swing his fists even harder.

Zoya glanced at Eowyn, who was looking innocent as ever, even though she was obviously fanning the flames.

“I’m not pregnant!” Zoya snapped, standing up and marching straight over to the two guys who were still going at it. She put a hand on each of their chests, stopping them cold.

Both men froze, instantly pulling back their fists. Neither of them wanted to risk hurting Zoya.

“Can you two chill out already? I’m not pregnant. It’s just my usual stomach issue. I’ll pop a couple of antacids and be fine. Also…” Zoya paused, giving both men a pointed glare, “Even if I really am pregnant, you two didn’t have to start fighting.

“I’m no pushover. Nobody can force me to get pregnant! And if I did end up pregnant, it would be my decision, not anyone else’s!”

Zoya’s words made the two men’s expressions change several times in a short span.

“Alright, alright, let’s just eat already,” Eowyn jumped in, trying to break the tension in the room.

Only then did the four of them finally settle back down to eat again.

Once they finished their meal, Wren turned to Zoya. “We’re swinging by the hospital after this.”

“Are you feeling unwell?” Zoya asked, still thinking the lingering effects of the perfume hadn’t fully dissipated.

“It’s your stomach I’m worried about. Just to be safe, let’s have it checked out,” Wren said.

“There’s no need. I’ll pop a couple of antacids and I’ll be fine…” Zoya replied.

“We’re going. No arguments,” Wren interrupted, shutting down any protest.

“Zozo, just go get checked at the hospital. It’s way more reassuring than popping over–the–counter meds,” Eowyn chimed in.

“Alright then,” Zoya nodded.

“I’ll go-” Harvey wanted to say he was going with them, but Eowyn quickly grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Harvey, I need your help with some legal stuff at work. Let’s discuss it in a bit,” Eowyn said.

Harvey glanced at Eowyn but ultimately said nothing.

Once Zoya and Wren walked out of the private room, Harvey shot Eowyn a look. “You don’t actually have any legal matters for me to help with, do you?”

Eowyn couldn’t help but laugh. “Since you’re so clever, why would you go be a third wheel? You’re just making things harder for yourself.”

Harvey pressed his lips, then suddenly blurted out, “So, when did you figure out they were dating?”

“Honestly, I only started to catch on after all those late–night phone calls with Zozo,” Eowyn said.

“Can

you be more specific? When was it?” Harvey pushed further.

“Last month or so… I guess,” Eowyn replied, her tone casual.

Harvey’s expression darkened at her words. “Why didn’t you tell me back then?”

Eowyn raised an eyebrow. “I don’t need to go around advertising who my friends are dating, do I?”

“But you know I’ve always-” Harvey started.

“Harvey!” Eowyn cut him off. “None of that matters. Zozo’s with Wren now. They’re together. End of story.”

Harvey stiffened, and after a moment, a bitter smile tugged at his lips. “So, was I too late, after all?”

Eowyn let out a sigh as she thought, ‘Who would’ve thought that Ranard City’s little tyrant would look this hurt?‘ She then said, “That’s just how love is sometimes. Who could’ve guessed Zozo would end up with

Wren?”

Harvey lowered his gaze, staring at his empty palm. “Yeah… Who would’ve seen that coming…”

He wanted so badly to hold onto Zoya, but in the end, there was nothing he could keep in his grasp.

*****

Zoya and Wren went to the hospital and got some stomach medicine for her.

As they stepped outside, Wren had a worried look on his face. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you had this kind

of stomach trouble before?”

Zoya shrugged. “It’s nothing serious. Military folks have some physical ailments. Does it bother you?”

“Of course it does!” Wren said, squeezing her hand. “I hope you stay healthy and free from pain. From now on, I’ll take good care of your diet and help heal your stomach.”

Seeing how serious and concerned he was, Zoya couldn’t help but smile.

She once suffered repeated stomach flare–ups while supporting Nicolas’s business venture. When it got severe, she had to rush to the ER at midnight. But Nicolas didn’t seem to notice. His sole focus was on sealing deals and finishing plans.

Even though Nicolas always swore his obsession with the company was for her future, now she saw how glaringly obvious love’s presence or lack thereof truly was.

Meanwhile, Eowyn went out drinking with Harvey at a nearby bar.

Harvey was obviously in a rotten mood, and Eowyn would be worried if she let him drink alone, so she just stuck around.

Seeing Harvey was clearly drunk now, Eowyn said, “Get up. I’ll call a driver to take you home.”

Since she’d downed a couple of drinks herself, driving him herself wasn’t an option.

“Home… Yeah, I gotta go home. I’ll… I’ll call someone,” Harvey mumbled, fumbling with his phone. He dialed and slurred into the receiver, “I’m wasted. I’m at the bar right next to your office. Come pick me up.”

After ending the call, Harvey just poured himself another shot.

“Stop drinking. Any more, and you’ll be the one needing a hospital trip,” Eowyn warned.

“I’m fine, really. I-” Harvey slurred, but before he could get the words out, he suddenly vomited.

Eowyn dodged at the last second.

The vomit missed her, but the couch wasn’t so lucky.

Harvey ended up covered in his own vomit, and just when Eowyn thought he’d snap out of it, he passed out

drunk.

Eowyn looked at him and the mess on the couch and thought, ‘Seriously? He’s completely knocked out like

this? But the problem is, his clothes are still covered in vomit!‘

So, just in case, she carefully dragged Harvey to the other side of the sofa to unbutton his coat and remove it, which was still stained with vomit.

After that, she glanced at his shirt and figured she’d loosen the top two buttons so he could breathe more easily.

She was just about to undo the second button when the door to the private room suddenly opened and a voice rang out, “What’s this? Is Harvey your next target? Planning to go after him, just like you tried it with me back in the day?”