Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Sydney threw off the covers, got out of bed, and started putting on her clothes. "Sweetheart, where are you going?" Geoffrey asked.

"I don't have time to waste with you. Geoffrey, if it weren't for your threats, I would never have let you touch me. You know perfectly well how disgusting the things you've done are. You haven't shed a single drop of blood yourself, but you manage to make everyone suffer while you sit back and reap the benefits. Truly devious. To you, Sebastian is nothing more than a tool. You've never seen him as your son!" After getting dressed, Sydney picked up her bag, ready to leave.

"Sydney," Geoffrey said heavily. "Sebastian is our son, and that's an unchangeable fact. I love you, too. I've already compromised this much-even if you don't divorce Wesley, it's fine. Just spend some time with me, that's all I ask. What more do you want?" Sydney turned back around, her face full of rage.

"Geoffrey, I'll tell you what I want. I will free myself from you just wait and see! I refuse to believe there isn't someone out there who can bring you down."

With a loud bang, Sydney slammed the door shut and stormed out.

Geoffrey let out a cold laugh, his gaze gradually turning vicious. He grabbed a pillow and violently threw it onto the floor.

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you can escape from me? Impossible! I get whatever I want, and anything I want

cast a bleak scene over

silent sky. Abandoned containers and

of moisture and chill, though

dotted the night sky, their faint light obscured by dense clouds, casting the riverbank in a mysterious, oppressive atmosphere. Theodore stood along the riverside with a group of men in black, all gazing at the vehicle that

recognizable. Its sides were riddled with bullet holes, the glass had been shattered, and

etched with anxiety and unease. Shadows of sorrow weighed heavily over his brow, a helpless and desperate grief swirling madly in his eyes. He almost lost his footing, barely held up by the

this river thoroughly. We didn't find

and there were numerous bullet holes in the warehouses and containers nearby. This area is notoriously unsafe with frequent gang skirmishes here, and bloodstains are common on the ground. We found traces of fresh blood, indicating a recent fight, but it's all been cleaned up, and no news reported it.

had no choice but to give Theodore the worst possible news, though Theodore had likely come to