Will You Marry Me, My Ex Wife

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 a*sistant, no wonder he insisted on bringing her along every time he 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.