Chasing My Pregnant Wife

“Theodore, it’s clear that you have double standards. You’ve said that as long as we remain married, we’re still bound as husband and wife. However, you frequently criticize me whenever I bring up the divorce, accusing me inexplicably and reacting with anger as if I’ve betrayed

you.

“Ironically, it’s you who wanted to get divorced in the first place.

You’ve barely mentioned it, yet you’re already eager to move on with Cynthia. What right do you have to hold me responsible?

“Yesterday, you asked me to come home, but you weren’t there. Today, you called me to come here, but it turns out you just wanted me to explain things to Cynthia. I didn’t have to come all the way here for a conversation that could have taken place over the phone. You even asked me to bring lunch, which I made spicy because I thought I would be having lunch with you!

“I like spicy food, but I don’t eat it because you don’t! Every time I bring you lunch, I come on an empty stomach. I’ve never eaten first! I just said that to put your mind at ease, but how have you treated me?”

Rosalie didn’t cry. She didn’t even shout. By the end, she was

speaking calmly, and she felt much better after letting out her pent–up frustration.

The office was unusually quiet, and Theodore seemed stunned. He had never seen Rosalie like this before and didn’t know what to make of her words. As his gaze fell on the two lunch boxes on the coffee table, he was momentarily speechless.

Seeing Theodore’s silent reaction, Cynthia quickly grabbed his wrist. Theo, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. It would have been better without me. I’ll leave.”

A man’s magnetic and commanding voice suddenly echoed through the room, “In that case, just go. Why are you still holding his hand?”

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the voice.

A middle–aged man in a smart suit walked into the office. His brow was slightly furrowed, giving him an imposing air. Despite his age, his dignified demeanor and sharply defined features hinted at his youthful attractiveness, the kind that only improved with age.

Theodore frowned. “Dad, what are you doing here?”

Wesley Spencer stepped forward and said coldly, “Is the company yours alone? Why can’t I be here?”

Ever since Theodore had taken over the duty of managing the company, Wesley had almost been in a semi–retired state, but still kept an eye on company matters.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Theodore explained.

“Is that so? Then, what did you mean?” Wesley’s tone was sharp.

“Uncle,” Cynthia hastily interjected. “Theo, he…”

“I’m not your uncle. Don’t try to claim a relationship with me,” Wesley said as his eyes flashed with disgust.

Cynthia trembled at his harsh words, “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.”

“Why are you still holding Theo’s hand? He’s a married man. Don’t you have any self–awareness?” Wesley asked, narrowing his eyes.

A frightened Cynthia released Theodore’s hand, stammering, “I… I…” Theodore immediately stepped in front of Cynthia to protect her.” Dad, if you have anything to say, say it to me. This has nothing to do with Cindy.”

Wesley continued his attack, “If it has nothing to do with her, why is

she here? She’s neither an employee, nor your wife, nor a client or friend. What right does she have to enter this office?”

“This is my office, and it’s my prerogative to decide who enters. If you don’t have any business here…”

“What, am I bothering you two?” Wesley interrupted, his gaze flashing with bone–chilling coldness. “In that case, I’ll take my daughter–in–law and leave.”

Wesley grabbed Rosalie’s wrist to take her away.

Instinctively, Theodore grabbed onto Rosalie. “Wait a minute.”