Sold My Husband and Bought My Ex-Boyfriend
One Hundred and Thirty Eight

Problem is a special spice that complements human life at every step. Without it, the journey of human life would be like no color at all. Tasteless as a vegetable without spices and salt.

However, we must know that a thing cannot survive in the bottom of our lives forever. There's gotta be a way if we're gonna hang on at this point any minute.

Like the Vanya and Marco households, they slowly began to meet a bright spot. Their persistence in picking up happiness finally pays off and makes the heart expand every day. Where the two found a bright future was already presented right before their eyes.

After the hospital, Marco and Vanya rush to pick up Ella at her school. The weather was so sunny that everyone decided to stop by the ice cream shop to cool their minds and add a moment of togetherness.

Without further ado Marco tells Ella that her mother is pregnant with the sister Ella has been waiting for.

The little girl was so enthusiastic about hearing this happy news that she asked how to prepare herself to be a good sister for her sister. All the time Ella kept asking this until it was exhausted and ended up sleeping in the backseat.

Now they're on their way home because Laura's grandmother kept calling Vanya earlier. Looks like the old grandmother already knew about the incident that befell her grandson. Perhaps the grandmother was told by a former co-worker who still worked on the estate.

"When do we get there like this?" Vanya flicked her lips half angrily as Marco was very slow to drive his car. From earlier the car tire speed was moving slowly almost equivalent to people walking.

"Propay my wife! I have to do this for our baby. What if you do later? God can curse me to stone because he is constantly not good at taking care of his wife" he said.

"But not like this too Papa Marconah! Even people walk much faster than our cars!"

"Eits! Don't call me with that call. Only Ella can call me Papa Marconah. My wife can't follow!" While pinching Vanya's cheek was fatigued.

Again Vanya was singing his lips for the umpteenth time. "All you! The important thing is to immediately increase the speed of the car. There's no need to hurry as long as his movements make sense."

"Can't be my darling! This is the maximum limit when driving with pregnant women. I've read it from social media." Marco shook his head in repulsion. His eyes were still focused on the straight path before him. "All this is for your salvation and our second-in-command. Remember that if you're angry!"

Vanya turned her face annoyed. I wanted to scream because I was in the car too long.

Why is he so possessive? This is crazy name.

His eyes glanced back at Marco. Already pretending to sulk the man still remains in his stance. Looks like this car is possessed by a turtle ghost. Why even more sluggish like this? When we get there, ouch.

"Hmm." Vanya. Finally he found appropriate retaliation to attack the man's possessiveness.

"Why Honey!?" Marco glanced at it then refocused it forward.

Vanya looked at the man with furrowed brows. "Looks like you really want to keep me and our baby safe huh?" vanya fishing line start.

"of course. Didn't I just say?" His eyes glanced at Ella from the passenger glass. The little girl fell asleep with her regular breathing.

Vanya showed me a smile of cunning marks. "Good then. Then starting later tonight you sleep with Ella alone, ok. Tonight I'm gonna have to start secluding myself so I don't get eaten by free crocodiles."

"Kok that?" Marco looked. Of course his eyes exuded a very subtle aura of repulsion.

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