Yazmin’s revelation left us both stunned. Stephen, in a fit of anger, grabbed her, demanding, “What do you mean?! Are you pregnant?!”
Yazmin, tears streaming down her face, clung to him. “Steve, I carry your child. Can you still turn your back on me so heartlessly?”
In the next moment, overwhelmed by emotion, she fainted into his arms.
Stephen quickly turned to me, stammering, “Olivia… I…”
I met his shocked gaze with a bitter smile. “Congratulations, Stephen.”
With this undeniable proof, the divorce should be expedited swiftly.
Seizing the moment while Stephen was at the hospital with Yazmin, I called my divorce lawyer.
Two hours later, as I waited for the lawyers, I stood outside the hospital room, listening to the loud curses from Yazmin’s mother.
“You son of a b***h! She is preg
