After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant
Chapter 100 Visiting The Villainess.

Chapter 100: Chapter 100 Visiting The Villainess.

“We once were, but now, we’re divorced.”

Gabriel stood by his window, glancing down at the small meaningless passing figures, all the while allowing Leonica’s words to replay in his mind as if it had been set on repeat.

Not a secondly longer had gone by after the last repeat, when he sighed and stuffed both of his hands into his pocket, leaning his weight slightly on the back of his heel.

Why was Leonica’s words disturbing him? No, why was he allowing her words disturb him?

Was it because of the familiar aura that surrounded her, prompting him to believe that they had indeed been married, but now divorced as she said? Or was it the fact that he found it challenging to believe that he had actually settled down with the very same woman his grandmother had picked for him?

That’s right, he remembered Leonica, at least he remembered what his memory allowed and that was the fact that she was the woman his grandmother had picked to be his wife in an arranged marriage between two families.

He recalled seeing her picture, the broad and dignified smile on her lip as she stood beside her parents, exhibiting nothing but elegance in the picture his grandmother had shown him.

That picture and the conversation that followed, had ultimately lead to an argument between them both. It hasn’t been anything too hot, but lasted a long time as each side of the party had their says and reasons.

Gabriel’s reason for refusing the marriage was that he still wanted to remain single, having the freedom he craved but was never given as a child when his parents insisted on locking him in the house, employing private tutors and any other form of interaction that was necessary in shaping him into becoming the fine heir his father needed.

His second reason was one that had stunned Lila. True love, honestly speaking, hearing a man like him rant over true love wasn’t something you saw on a daily basis, but the case was otherwise for Lila Bryce. Gabriel was a man who strongly believed in true love, the kind of love he had never seen his parents share. His final reason fell in line with his second. Gabriel believed because his parents were unhappy in their arranged marriage, always arguing and throwing hands, everyone involved in an arranged marriage was doomed just like that.

And that was something Gabriel wanted to avoid. As cool, arrogant and aloof as Lloyd and Christian dubbed him as, Gabriel cared immensely about his happiness and that of his future partner.

But Lila had obviously not bought his sell. She went on about how Gabriel needed to get married, produce an heir. And whether he liked Leonica or not, she liked her and would only approve of the sweet girl, as she had addressed her with, being her granddaughter in law.

Gabriel remembered that being the one that broke the camels back. He snapped, accused his grandmother of wanting to force him into an unhappy marriage just like she had done to his father.

She wanted him as miserable as she had made his father.

But the moment those words left his mouth and Gabriel saw his grandmother’s expression, he instantly regretted saying them. Like the civil thing to do, he had apologized, genuinely and excused himself in a bid to clear his mind.

He remembered strolling along the river banks for hours just so that he could have a better mind to think and just when it seemed like he had gotten into that frame of mind, a mad cyclist charged in his way. He dodged, stepping out of the way just in time to evade the incoming bike, but tittered backwards and fell into the water behind him.

As the water had covered him, soaking his dress, Gabriel had thought ‘No big deal, what’s a soaked dress compared to being run over by a mad cyclist. I can easily swim out of here.’

Until he couldn’t.

It had all happened so fast that Gabriel couldn’t remembered how he got out and the more he tried to remember, the more he got back splitting headache.

This time around, he had pushed his luck and just when he saw the flash of a blurry image, a girl with brown wavy hair, he received another wave of painful headache. This one had him shutting his eyes and gripping on the bed frame to steady himself.

When his eyes opened, he blinked and narrowed them as his attention was momentarily shifted from the topic at hand, Leonica to be precise, to the image that had just crossed his mind.

It had been blurry, but for a moment, he could have sworn it was the image of a girl... with brown hair.

Leonica didn’t have brown hair.

Was he forgetting something? Or perhaps something?

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If there was one thing Leonica was certain of, then it would be that being around Gabriel made her make stupid decisions. That or she had finally lost a screw in the head.

Otherwise, she didn’t know how to explain her reason for agreeing to Angelina’s visit. She obviously didn’t enjoy seeing the female and more than anything, hopes that she could rot longer in jail for the crimes she committed.

Perhaps that was the reason she agreed, because she wanted to see Angelina behind bars. Feel some sort of satisfaction for all the wrongs the brunette had done to her.

Perhaps that was it. Or perhaps it wasn’t.

Pulling into the parking lot of Oslo Fengsel, Leonica sat in her car for a moment longer, giving herself a wise pep talk before deciding to step out. The walk towards the prison gates was thankfully short and standing just in front of it, was a woman who Leonica assumed was the person who had called her.

“You must be Anita?” She initiated the conversation as soon as she got close enough to do so.

The tall and bulky looking brunette nodded her head, stretching out her hand to shake Leonica. “Yes Ma’am. Anita Woods. Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Romero.”

“Likewise,” Leonica muttered as she shook her with the warden but still remained on her guard after realizing that a phone call out of the prison on an inmate request wasn’t something one saw every day down in a place like this.

Guess it was safe to say that Angelina had pulled strings, brides a few people or she just had people on her side and if the warden was one of those people, it was best to remain alert.

“Ms. Fernandez is waiting for you. Please follow me.” Warden Woods said and began walking in the direction Leonica assumes must be the visiting room.

She hesitated for a few seconds before following along. From the back, she watched as the warden silently greeted the other guards with either a nod or a way, all the while explaining the rules of a orison visit to her.

Her explanation came to a close when they finally stood outside the doors of the visitation room. “... and lastly, do not pass anything to the inmate nor collect anything from the inmate, do I make myself clear?” Leonica nodded. “Good. This is a private visit so I’ll give you fifteen minutes at best.” She said while pulling the door handle open. “Use it to the fullest.” Her words were followed by a smile that Leonica barely returned before stepping inside.

The inside of the visiting rooms was just like Leonica had expected. Dull grey blue walls, a metal table and chairs on opposite directions. But none of that caught her attention as much as the female who was seated in one of those said chair, hair short and complexion pale.

Angelina.

Leonica almost didn’t recognize her. As a matter of fact, had it not been because of that sinister and hatred burning brown hues of hers, Leonica would have thought the warden had put her in the wrong room.

“Hey Leo, I’m so glad you came.” Angelina sat up from the slouch position she had been relaxing in, chuckling when Leonica’s face scrunched up at her friendliness. “What’s wrong, surprised to see an old buddy?”

“Cut the shit, Angelina. I chose to be here, so there’s no room for surprise, sorry to burst your dream bubble.” Leonica retorted and watched as the younger female’s smile flattered completely. “Now tell me, what do you want?”

The room was silent for a few seconds before Angelina spoke. “Gabriel... how is he?”

“He’s fine.” Came her plain answer. “He’s recovered from the injury.” She kept her answer vague again, making sure not to skip any detail that Gabriel had amnesia.

She didn’t want to give Angelina any reason to do a jail break, now did she?

A frown was present on the younger female face and her gaze shifted from Leonica, to the wall behind her. A minute had passed, before she turned her head to look back at Leonica.

It was hard not to notice the change in Angelina, the way her lips thinned, her shoulders stiffened, the way her eyes hardened. All the signs pointed to one thing, and one thing alone.

Hatred.

There was pure hatred burning in her eyes and if it wasn’t for the table that separated the two and the shackle holding her down, Leonica was sure Angelina would have jumped up and charged at her.

But even at that, she wouldn’t have taken a single step back, after all, she had readied herself for something like that when coming here.

"Do you... Do you want to know why I despise you?" Angelina’s words were barely a whisper, but the coldness, the anger, the hatred that oozed off them was loud and clear.

Leonica’s gaze hardened at the question, her lips pulled into a thin line as she held her head high, waiting patiently for an answer.

"Do you?" Angelina questioned again, this time her voice was a little louder and had a bite to it.

Leonica shrugged, shifting her weight onto the other leg as she refused to seat down. Being in the same room as the psychopath was already enough. "Go ahead. Explain your hatred, but while you’re at it, make sure you make it quick, because you see unlike you, I actually have a life out side of these four walls."

A low growl was all Leonica got in response. A small smirk found its way onto her lips, one that Angelina saw.

"You bitch, you have always been a slimy scheming bitch!"

"Says the one being convicted for attempted murder and kidnapping." Leonica’s comeback was quick, her smirk twisting into a smile bitter Angelina.

This had the brunette slamming her hands against the table, shackles jiggle at the action. “I hate you, Leonica, you took everything from me. You stole Gabriel’s love from me, you turned my family against me, you are the reason I’m sitting in a cell while you’re out there, living the life, you don’t deserve.”

“I didn’t steal anyone’s love, Angelina.” Leonica stated the obvious. “And as for your family, I have no idea as to what you mean? But even at that, you can’t try and justify your actions.”

“Justify? Hell no! I’m not some righteous saint like you claim to be. My actions so far need no justification.” Angelina boldly admitted. “I did what I did to survive, Leonica.”

“You did what you did to survive? Traumatizing a child and wrecking havoc? You call that surviving?”

“Yes. If that was what it took, then yes.” She confessed, shaking her head from side to side. “You...you don’t understand Leonica. You’re you, the first daughter of the Romero family. Outstanding. Loved. Born with a fucking perfect sliver spoon in your mouth. You don’t know what it feels like to be compared to someone. You don’t know what it feels like to so desperately want your parents love to the point that you’re willing to become a pawn at their hands. You don’t know any of those feeling. But I do. And it’s all your fault.”

Leonica’s brows creased.

Her fault?!

“You’re blaming me for your parents neglect?”

“Yes. If only they hadn’t been at that stupid rehearsal that day...if only they had not seen you skate, they wouldn’t have stopped loving me. They would never have compared me to you in the first place!” Angelina concluded with a heavy out burst.

The memories from the day her parents had begun comparing her to Leonica flooded back into her mind...rather, they resurfaced from the dark part of her mind in which she had buried them, causing tears to well up in her eyes.

Tears of anger and hatred.

Leonica however, stared unaffected by either her words nor actions.

Apart from the fact that she had no recollection of ever meeting Angelina when she was younger, fifth grade to be precise as that had been when she has skated, saw no reasoning in what Angelina had just said.

Was it her fault that her parents weren’t contempt with the daughter they were given?

Obviously not.

“Angelina,” She began, eyes gravitating towards the floor for a few seconds before meeting Angelina’s once more. “I’m sorry for the way your parents treated you. But that’s on them...not me. They are the ones you should hate, not me.”

“What?” Angelina breathed, her brain refusing to comprehend Leonica’s words.

After sixteen years of harboring rotten hatred for someone, believing that that person had been the cause of her misfortune, she was suddenly now being told that that believe had been wrong.

Impossible!

“You shut up!” she sneered. “Who are you to tell me who I should and shouldn’t be angry with?! You have no fucking right! Shut up!” at this point, she was fighting against the shackles and the warden walked in.

“Alright inmate, visiting time’s up.” She said as a guard walked in, pulling out of her seat as she continued screaming.

“You think you’ve won, Leonica, but you haven’t! You haven’t! I will get my revenge, mark my words because not even these shackles would hold me down!”

Those were the last words Leonica heard and no matter how much she tried for ignore them for the rest of the day, she couldn’t.

And a few days later, she was more than thankful that she hadn’t.

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