Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Angie said justly, "I just want to scold someone. It's my right. Life sucks, can't I even go crazy online?"

"Since you can scold others, others can scold you back too. And stop telling me about these things, I'm not interested at all. This thing with Rebecca is troubling me enough, so can you please get your priorities straight? Why are you acting like nothing has happened?"

Aurora was beyond frustrated. Angie was still occupied with her stupid novels when something so major had happened. Only fools take those novels that dumb authors write as reality.

Angie was a fool indeed, unable to discern what was truly important and distinguish between reality and fiction.

Since birds of a feather flock together, those who mixed with Angie and made the same comments as her were all crazy and indecent people! Such people looked at the world through filthy lenses and saw filth in everything. They despised the story they were obsessed with following, and clearly had a problem.

Aurora wished Angie would drop dead right now. A fool like her might just accidentally expose their secret.

This alliance with Angie was but a temporary measure. Aurora would eventually kick Angie aside and not waste her time with someone like her anymore.

Angie said, "Aurora, isn't that old

what

this is over? The way Rosalie looked at the funeral shows that she suspects us. You, on the other hand, fooled around with another man right after the funeral. Had I not bailed you out, you'd still be at the police station now. Is this the kind of chaste and pure behavior you

business, but a fool like Angie was bound to drag her

job and that old hag's been buried. What are you scared of? They wouldn't be able to find evidence if there's any in the first place. Do you really think

also

It wasn't a big deal at all. Aurora really knew how to blow things up, lecturing her in the middle of the night. What was

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and both of them

Angie's indifference toward the

one. In that case, please keep your voice down when you're reading your novels. You

a made-up story and venting her frustrations over it,