How My Ex Became My Next

Chapter 1 She Survived The Air Crash

“At 0:30 a.m., Orarton time, a plane bound for Allath crashed when it landed, killing 136 people and leaving only three sur.”

Gilda Lynch came back to her senses when she heard the report about the air crash on the hospital’s TV.

As one of the three survivors, she was lying wounded in the ICU with her both legs bandaged.

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Jensen Harrington, her husband, hadn’t answered any of her calls since the accident.

She didn’t believe that he knew nothing about the air crash that shocked the whole country.

Many people died in the crash, and she was still suffocated by the fear of being near death.

However, the man who had been married to her for three years was gone when she needed him most.

Gilda felt so disappointed in him.

After a long time, her phone suddenly rang. She came back to her senses and looked at it, but she didn’t seem to be happy when she saw the caller ID. It was “Grandma”.

“Hello…” She picked up the phone in a hoarse voice.

The next instant, she heard Marilyn Harrington say in an anxious tone, “The news scared me, Gilly! Are you okay? Is Jensen with you?”

Marilyn was Jensen’s grandma and also the only one in the Harrington family who cared about her.

“He…”

Marilyn noticed her silence immediately. “He’s such a jerk! As his wife and secretary, you went abroad for him this time. Now you had an accident but he’s not there with you. Just wait. I’ll teach him a good lesson!”

Then Marilyn continued, “Which hospital are you in? I’m sending Rick to get you home!”

Not long after Gilda told her the address, she hung up the phone.

Gilda lowered her head, silently removed the needle from her arm, and got out of bed in pain.

“What are you doing? Your legs haven’t healed yet. You need to rest.”

The nurse who came in to check on Gilda couldn’t stop her.

“Give me two crutches. I’m going to be discharged from the hospital.”

Her gaze was firm and brooked no room for doubt.

Compared to the hospital, the Harrington residence was a better place for her to rest.

Besides, she was the secretary of the Harrington Corporation’s CEO and was flying to Geleston to arrange the layout and check the staff for a medical expo on behalf of the company. She needed to submit the work report to the company in time.

More importantly, she wanted to know what Jensen was doing and where he was.

The nurse couldn’t stop her. Having got two crutches, Gilda left the ICU without hesitation, leaned against the wall, and limped towards the checkout center. However, she saw a familiar license plate through the floor-to-ceiling window of the lobby, followed by several luxury cars.

It was a business car of the Harrington Corporation.

Some people got out of the car and the man surrounded by the rest wore a black suit and held a woman in his arms. It could be told that he cared about the woman very much because he covered her bare legs with his black coat.

The man was none other than Jensen. He was hurrying to the lobby of the hospital and didn’t notice Gilda at all.

Gilda stopped and watched him carry that woman directly into the specialist’s room from a distance.

Although she had been married to Jensen for three years, she had never seen him so caring.

She thought, ‘Who on earth is the woman?’

No matter who that woman was, Gilda felt an indescribable pain in her heart, making her suffocated.

After a while, several nurses passed her and whispered, “Wait. Is he Jensen, the heir to the Harrington Corporation who often appears in the financial newspapers? He looks so masculine! I didn’t expect to see him in hospital. He’s taking his girlfriend here to do the pregnancy check-up.”

“Pregnancy check-up? Are you sure?” asked another nurse.

“Of course. According to the examination report, the baby is now 12 weeks old! Mr. Harrington is here today because the baby’s unstable condition is causing its mom to bleed.”

Gilda thought, ’12 weeks… That’s three months ago…’