Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 214

Theodore narrowed his eyes and snapped coldly, “And how is it appropriate for you to be here?! Don’t forget, you’re still a married woman!”

“Don’t forget, we’re getting divorced tomorrow,” Rosalie retorted.

“It’s today, not tomorrow,” Theodore snapped back.

He grabbed the iron gate, causing it to rattle. Rosalie instinctively took a few steps back, her face filled with fear.

Seeing the fear in her eyes, Theodore realized he had frightened her. He softened his tone, and released the gate.

“As long as we’re not divorced yet, you’re still Mrs. Spencer. What would people say about you staying overnight at another man’s place?

“Seriously?” Rosalie scoffed. “And what about you?! You’re a married man, but when another woman calls you, you rush to accompany her and stay out all night. What does that make you?”

“That’s different. Cindy was sick, I had to go to the hospital! What about you and Sebastian? I bet you two have been fooling around for ages!”

Rosalie’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened in shock. “What nonsense are you spouting? When did I ever get involved with him? We’re just friends! Don’t make baseless accusations!”

He was fooling around with Cynthia, yet here he

clenched his fists. “Didn’t you tell me that you first met Sebastian in college? I asked

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answer. You’re lying to me!

heart sank, and she shot him an incredulous look. “What

Theodore’s face turned grim as he continued sarcastically, “On your birthday, you were all dressed up and having dinner with him. That’s not a wonder, though, since you’ve been together for a while, right? It was

on her

anger, his teeth clenched. “Why

birthday. That was the first time I met him. The restaurant was fully booked, so we shared a table. Caleb probably misunderstood when he saw us. Later, I told you we first met in college to avoid any

smirked cynically, not believing

the truth. I have nothing to gain from lying to you now. We’re getting divorced anyway, and it’s not like I want to salvage anything in this relationship. What’s the point of lying

his fist and slammed it against the iron gate and a loud bang resounded. The resounding

impression of

cage.