Chasing My Pregnant Wife

The mention of her baby made Rosalie furrow her brows.

"How did you know about my child?"

Vincent stood up, opened the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of beer.

As he pried the cap open, he said, "You married another man while pregnant and the baby is only three months old. That means you were already pregnant when he asked for a divorce, but your baby is with your current husband. That leaves only two possibilities: either your ex-husband knows about the baby but he doesn't want him, or he doesn't know about the baby at all because you don't want him to know about it. I think it's the latter, because he's such a bastard. Why bother having a father like him?"

Tears welled up in Rosalie's eyes. She could feel her throat constrict as she said hoarsely, "He's not a bad man. He's not what you think he is."

"No matter what kind of a man he is, you can't deny that part of him is a philandering bastard."

"Vincent, nobody's perfect. Let's not talk about him anymore. It's all in the past. I grew up with him, after all. I can't bring myself to hate him no matter what happens."

"Got it," Vincent said as he sat back down on the couch. "You spoiled him and made him the bastard he is today."

"Enough," Rosalie said firmly, feeling slightly annoyed. "Can you stop talking, please?"

the

to see her throw a

the pillow aside

pried another bottle of beer open

to grab the cold bottle of beer

her neck still ached from Vincent throttling her just now and her throat

and touched her throat. The pain made

face flinch and approached her. He turned her around and lifted her chin.

swollen. He almost

medication to

his arm. "No need. It'll be fine in a few days. Don't sweat

feel all sticky. She would have to wash it away when she

paused for a moment before sitting back next to her. Guilt flashed past

"I'm sorry."

"Are you apologizing to Rosalie Young