Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 176 - - a pregnancy test

Cynthia stood there, pale and vomiting. She didn't understand why she was reacting so strongly to what had happened between them, to the point of physically throwing up.

She had known all along about their relationship, but she had never reacted like this before. She bitterly curled her lips, realizing just how deeply she was affected. Perhaps it was because she loved him so much that she cared so intensely.

But now, with the mistress and child coming to her door, wasn't it time for her to step aside? Anyone could tell that Lucca had already confirmed her pregnancy, and was deliberately stirring things up.

Finally managing to suppress the nauseating feeling in her stomach, Cynthia turned on the faucet to wash her face, trying to clear her mind before walking out of the bathroom.

Seeing her disheveled state, Lucca's smile deepened. She stood up, facing her directly, and said with a hint of malice,

"Do you know why he didn't marry Doreen and chose to marry you instead?"

Cynthia's gaze snapped up to meet Lucca's. She remembered asking him about this once, and at the time, his answer was as simple as her own: mutual benefit.

But even though she had prepared herself for this, Lucca's next words still hit her like a blow to the gut. Lucca said casually but with a sense of satisfaction,

"He married you because of your connections with the Laurence family, the Danny family, and the Lancaster family. He did it to kill three birds with one stone, so all of you could suffer more."

Cynthia staggered, and Victoria rushed to support her. Lucca suddenly burst into laughter, her voice shrill and piercing.

"Moreover, he took your body, stole your heart, wasted four years of your life, and then trampled all over it. That's the best punishment for you—and for your Lancaster family."

Cynthia's face turned ashen, and she instinctively pressed her right hand over her chest, gasping for air. The air around her felt suffocating, and she thought she might be drowning in it.

The greatest pain wasn't that he hurt the innocent people around her—it was the mental humiliation he had inflicted. All those sweet, tender moments had been nothing but empty lies. The worst part was that she had believed those lies as if they were the truth.

Although those words weren't spoken by him directly, this woman had been by his side for so many years. He must have shared his true intentions with her back then when he still loved her most. Back then, they had been on the same side, hadn't they?

Lucca gently stroked her abdomen, taking a step forward with a smug smile and said,

"Miss Lancaster, I'm already carrying his child. It won't be long before he asks you for a divorce and gives me a legitimate status. I just hope that when the time comes, you can be understanding."

She finished speaking without waiting for Cynthia to respond and arrogantly turned to leave. Cynthia's body weakened, and she collapsed straight into Victoria's arms.

"Cynthia! Cynthia!"

Victoria was startled and immediately helped her sit down on a chair. Cynthia rested her head on her arm and stayed hunched over the desk, unable to move for a long time.

The words Lucca had just spoken echoed relentlessly in her mind. She had thought that the trials of war would make her stronger, but she never expected that just a few words from someone else could destroy her completely.

She had thought that she would cry, but to her surprise, her eyes were dry, feeling as though they were on fire. Not a single tear fell. She couldn't feel the pain anymore. She was numb.

As she lay there, suddenly another wave of nausea hit her stomach, and she had to cover her mouth and stagger toward the bathroom again. Victoria, hearing her suffering from inside, anxiously asked,

"Cynthia, what's wrong with you? Is it just the new environment? Why do you keep vomiting?"

Inside the bathroom, Cynthia, pale and clutching her stomach, leaned against the wall. She weakly told Victoria,

"Victoria, give me a pregnancy test."

She had been puzzled about why she was feeling so nauseous and vomiting, but Victoria's words suddenly made her realize a terrifying possibility. This realization immediately woke her up, like a bucket of cold water splashed in her face, bringing clarity.

"Ah?"

Victoria was stunned by her words, unable to comprehend what she meant at first. After a long pause, she quickly fumbled for the test strip and ran to hand it to her.

Once Cynthia was in the bathroom, Victoria anxiously leaned against the wall outside, clasping her hands and silently praying. After Cynthia had left, he had come looking for her and pressured her into revealing Cynthia's whereabouts. She later heard that he had gone to find her.

Now, the woman had just declared that she was pregnant with his child. If... if Cynthia was also pregnant, what would she do? What should she do?

While she anxiously pondered these thoughts, she suddenly heard a sharp, anguished shout from inside,

"Bring more!"

Startled, she hurried to grab a handful of tests and rushed inside. As soon as she entered, she saw her Cynthia staring in disbelief at the test strip in her hand. The two bright red lines on it made Victoria gasp in shock.

Cynthia's face was pale, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the test, her hand shaking uncontrollably.

In the two months since he left, her work had been even more exhausting than before. Sometimes, she only managed to eat one meal a day. She had forgotten about those few days each month when a woman would normally have her period.

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A few times, she had felt nauseous upon waking up in the morning. She had assumed it was just from the irregular meals and the stress of her busy life. She had dismissed it, not even giving it much thought, not finding the time to care.

But now, she realized that all those symptoms were signs of pregnancy! No! No! She shook her head wildly. It couldn't be pregnancy. Maybe she had misread the test. How could this happen at this time? It was a joke!

She threw the test strip aside in a panic and shakily grabbed the rest from Victoria's hands. Victoria, seeing her distress, quietly backed out of the room.

Half an hour later, the bathroom door was suddenly flung open with a loud bang. Cynthia rushed out with an anxious expression, grabbed her bag, and rushed toward the door. Victoria, alarmed, shouted from behind,

"Cynthia, where are you going?"

"To the hospital!"

Cynthia didn't even look back as she threw the words over her shoulder.

Pregnancy tests weren't always accurate. She hadn't gotten her period, but maybe that was because the excessive shock and exhaustion from the war zone had disrupted her cycle.

In the taxi on the way to the hospital, Cynthia leaned back against the seat, pressing her hands hard against her face, trying to suppress the panic in her heart. She kept praying: please, don't let anything be wrong, please, don't let anything be wrong!

Fate couldn't possibly be playing this cruel joke on her. They were on the verge of divorce, and even if she were pregnant, she absolutely couldn't keep the child. She didn't want a child growing up without a complete family, without both a father's and a mother's love.

However, at the hospital, the pregnancy test showing she was two months along shattered all the hopes in her heart. Two months, two months... it was that night. That night, they had both been reckless, forgetting to take precautions. She had thought about taking the morning-after pill the next day, but in the midst of her busy life, she had forgotten.

Clutching the test results, she felt as though the world around her had collapsed. She was helpless and lost, not knowing what to do. She returned to her small apartment in a daze, throwing herself onto the bed and sinking into a deep sleep.

She hoped that when she woke up, all her worries would disappear.