Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 237

“Had you not asked for a divorce, none of these would have happened either!” Rosalie screamed at the top of her lungs.

Since things had come to this point, she no longer cared. She flung his hand away.

“Theodore Spencer, you were the one who asked for a divorce so you‘ could be with Cynthia! Now that we’re divorced, don’t even think about pushing all the blame to me! If you insist that was wrong, the only wrong I did was to marry you! Marrying a man in love with another woman was the biggest mistake of my life!” she yelled agitatedly.

Then, she swung open the door of her car and drove off.

Theodore stared at the car driving off in the distance, looking forlorn. Every single word she spoke was a hammer knocking on his heart.

He sighed, and paused for a moment before walking into the house instead of leaving. Half an hour later, he left the house and drove off

Rosalie returned to her apartment, feeling completely exhausted. She was supposed to have dinner with Rebecca, but she missed dinner and the sky had already turned dark.

She laid weakly on the bed as she sighed heavily.

“Theodore Spencer, you bastard! Why did I marry a scoundrel like you?”

How could he blame it all on her?! That was simply too much!

begin with, and now, she wouldn’t even consider him a

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in what was still an unfamiliar place

she would visit her again first thing the next morning. She wanted to apologize to

about Rebecca’s feelings,

her closest kin in the entire world. She would beg for Rebecca’s forgiveness, no matter what it

for a

considered herself lucky that her morning sickness wasn’t too bad. She had seen pregnant ladies suffering from terrible morning -sickness who would puke the entire day,

morning sickness was terrible, others would be able to tell with one glance

day. She would think of a way to tell Rebecca that she had to leave for a period

baby in secret. Perhaps by then, she

snacks, and headed straight to Rebecca’s. When she walked in, Zane stepped

“Madam.”

no longer the mistress

used to calling you that. If Madam Jarvis were to hear me change my address to you, she