Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 1

Luna Gibson was pregnant.

She headed home happily with the test report in her hands, all while she pondered on how to break the news to her husband, Joshua Lynch, as a surprise. He had been overseas on a business trip for more than half a month, and he would finally return home tomorrow.

The moment she entered her home, however, she noticed a pair of ladies' shoes that were not hers. She frowned.

She recognized them. It was her sister's, Aura Gibson, and she just bought them not too long ago.

Was she not on that business trip with Joshua?

It was then she heard a woman's voice that resounded from upstairs.

This voice... It was her sister, Aura's voice!

Luna bit her lip as her body trembled inadvertently. Which other man could it be if it was not her husband?

Instinctively, she raised her feet and walked upstairs. The closer she got, the louder the voices of the man and woman that drifted out of the bedroom.

"What are we going to do when she comes back later?" Compared to Aura’s soft, feminine purr, Joshua's voice sounded particularly cold and deep. "I don't care."

"She's been dreaming of having your child for a long time now, but I beat her to it. How do you plan to explain this to her?"

The man's voice remained cold and remote. "I don’t care."

Luna's heart froze in her chest. A moment later, she retracted her hand that sat on the handle. She turned and left, not daring to face the situation in the room.

Even if she opened the door, what good would it do her? It was a well-known fact that her husband did not love her.

She was the one who insisted, who fought the whole world, to marry him.

In their two-year marriage, to give him a child, she visited every hospital in the city and experimented with all sorts of home remedies.

When she was finally pregnant with his child, he slept with her half-sister, in their marriage bed. Adding insult to injury, Aura was pregnant, too.

Luna trudged out of the villa helplessly as tears cascaded soundlessly down her cheeks. She ignored the heavy downpour, and as she feebly walked, Aura and Joshua's voices interweaved and rang in her ears.

No wonder Joshua wanted Aura to be his assistant, no wonder he insisted on bringing her along every time h e went on a business trip.

They had been together all this while.

Fully dressed Aura stood by the window of the bedroom and studied her sister’s distant figure. A cold smile hung on her lips.

The man’s voice that Luna heard was a product of Aura's clever editing. Joshua's voice was nothing but a mere recording. She knew Luna would not dare enter the room.

"My wife is Luna. Please, have some respect for yourself."

"I don't plan on getting a divorce in the next few years."

Joshua’s ruthless voice when he rejected her rang in her ears.

With a cold scoff, Aura took out her phone and dialed a number.

Luna had unknowingly walked in the pouring rain all the way to a bridge, and there were barely any cars on the bridge as a result of the rainy weather.

Out of nowhere, a cargo truck rushed in her direction a s she, too immersed in her sadness, did not react in time.

Slam!

She flew into the air from the impact before she fell heavily onto the edge of the bridge. She felt as if all her organs had shifted in her body as thick, fresh, blood dripped from the top of her head, and it dyed her vision red.

In her dazed state, she saw someone get down from the truck and stretched out a hand to check her breathing. After confirming she survived, the man made a phone call. "Mr. Lynch, she's still alive. Should I drive the car into her again?”

Luna's heart ached as if the truck had run over it and smashed it to smithereens.

The driver was asking Mr. Lynch.

She only knew of one Mr. Lynch her whole life— Joshua Lynch.

The man she loved the most, to whom she dedicated her most beautiful years and all her love, Joshua Lynch.

Did he try to get rid of her, just because she discovered his and Aura's secret affair?

Was it... Was it because he wanted to give the child in Aura's belly a proper name and identity? The child in her belly was his, too...