Chapter 1834

“But every villain meets their match, right? Everyone knows Morrison’s heart

belonged to Mona. So what if she’s pregnant? Morrison still doesn’t give her the

time of day. She thought she was so smart and proud. Look at her now, trying to

get the man with a baby. She got what she wanted, but at what cost? She’s

made her own bed, but it’s the kid I feel sorry for. That child doomed to grow up

without a father’s love.”

“Pfft. Now that you mention it. Hey, why hasn’t Mona shown up yet?”

“What? Is Mona coming?”

Enter title…

“Yeah, she’s in R City. Just got back recently. She was in a car crash and ended

up in the same hospital as Morrison, right over his birthday. How could she not

show up?”

“True. She’s probably just running late.”

Meanwhile, Mona was just about to leave her rented flat when a stranger

blocked her path. “Excuse me, are you Ms. Mona?”

She was startled, eyeing him warily. “Who… who are you?”

“It seems I’ve found the right person.” The man tipped his hat in a gentlemanly

gesture, “Please come with me.”

Mona took a step back, “Who are you, and why would I go anywhere with you?”

He looked sharp in his suit, not much older than her, and not the sort to mean

her harm. His demeanor was polite, but no matter what, she wouldn’t just

wander off with a stranger.

The young man looked surprised, “Aren’t you here for Mr. Witt’s birthday party?”

Mona paused, “You are…?”

“lL was sent to deliver a gown to you and escort you to the stylist. Didn’t you get

the message?”

After a few seconds, her eyes lit up with realization, “Did Morrison send you?”

The man didn’t respond, just offered a slight smile and stepped aside to let her

pass, “Please, Ms. Mona. The car’s this way.”

Mona smiled back and let her guard down, heading towards the vehicle. She

couldn’t think of anyone but Morrison who would go to such lengths.

At Morrison’s birthday party, a group of women continued gossiping.

“Just think about it, Rose’s psychological resilience is impressive. If it were me, I

wouldn’t be able to endure being subjected to emotional abuse from my

husband while pregnant and still refusing to divorce.”

school that Morrison couldn’t stand her. But she

front of him. Once

her way into his life, aiming to

other woman.”

hasn’t she? She’s the

about her title? Everyone

just a joke.”

I’d have the baby aborted

couldn’t stand the shame.”

the dim corridor, Morrison stood rigid,

foreboding than ever.

his tall figure emerging from the

of the banquet hall.

women spotted him and rose to

“Morrison, happy birthday!”

“Happy birthday!”

“Get out.”

their carefully made-up faces suddenly

what

We’re your classmates, and we

with…”

narrowed as he stepped closer, his aura of

“Rose is my wife. Whatever

is the last time I’ll say

women scrambling,

streaking their

door, alerted by the

“What… what happened?”

Morrison ordered,

away, humiliated and crying,

before following them out.

stood by Morrison, watching his

but you’ve just fanned the flames,

you think their

think they’re the only ones mocking her? With the

have any idea of the nastier things being

foolish and let things escalate,

you have to be angry, Morrison? All of this is on

up pregnant? Do you

to marrying

understand at all? Why do you keep hurting her like this?

Rose’s heart break before it’s

with emotion, her grip

with force.

face twisted with conflicting emotions. He

had surrounded their marriage.

to marry him… Yet, that was how their marriage began, it

alie.

the consequences of her actions, but he

fallout to

just those women, but others, even

“Emotional abuse…

child doomed to grow up without a father’s

other woman rising to

is just

the

nerves jangled like snapped guitar

throbbing pain.

keep on with this foolish charade, you might as well just divorce

her go,

quivered with

endure in silence from the day they

and fear. She was anxious for Morrison to

better. And she also feared

up

love him. The baby is my only

This is my one shot in

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