Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Despite Cynthia’s gentle tone, every word felt like a knife, cutting straight to Rosalie’s heart. The other woman seemed like a victorious queen, crushing Rosalie underfoot and leaving her with no room to

maneuver.

Indeed, Rosalie had almost forgotten that Cynthia, while not on the same level as the Spencer family, still came from a wealthy

background.

Struggling to control her emotions, Rosalie clenched her teeth and sternly said, “Ms. Zeller, you’re overthinking it. I’ve known Theo for ten years. Do you think I don’t know what kind of person he is?

“Moreover, he made it clear to me before we got married that ours was a contractual marriage. You have no idea what he’s going to give me after our divorce. Please don’t pity me. I’m not as helpless as you think.”

Upon hearing Rosalie’s words, Cynthia’s worried expression softened into a slight smile. “Is that so? You don’t feel wronged being with Theo?”

“As you said, he’s an outstanding man. In this past year of marriage, he’s given me everything besides love. I have no complaints,” Rosalie replied.

Cynthia’s eyes narrowed. Just as she was about to say something, her gaze suddenly shifted to a certain spot. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Rosalie.

“Rosalie, from what you’re saying, you’re not sad about divorcing Theo. You don’t care about him at all, do you?”

Rosalie’s nails almost pierced her palms, the excruciating pain

making it hard to breathe.

Fun she endured the pain and said, “That’s right, I don’t care.”

Cynthia covered her heart, sighing repeatedly. “Oh, I see. I guess I’ve been overthinking it, worrying about you all this time. How foolish of

Seeing Cynthia’s vulnerable appearance, Rosalie furrowed her brow. Ms. Zeller, you don’t need to worry about me. You should worry more about your own health, assuming, of course, what you said is true.”

“What do you mean by that?” Cynthia’s brow furrowed.

Rosalie recalled the day at the restaurant when she had seen Cynthial with people who seemed to be her friends. Cynthia had appeared radiant and confident at the time, hardly resembling someone with only one lung and a heart problem. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Of course, Rosalie couldn’t be certain of this. She had no evidence,

only speculation, so she didn’t say it outright.

“You don’t have to concern yourself with what I mean, Ms. Zeller. After all, your health hasn’t been great, has it?”

Rosalie sensed that something was off.

“Rosalie, your words are too malicious,” Cynthia said inexplicably. You think I can’t tell? Are you implying that I’m faking it? If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you my incision scar.”

Cynthia stood up from the sofa, clutching her heart. But as soon as she rose, she exclaimed in pain and collapsed weakly to the floor.

“Cindy.” A tall figure swiftly rushed over, embracing Cynthia in concern. “Cindy, what happened?”

Tears were already streaming down Cynthia’s face. “Theo, I… I’m fine. Have you finished your meeting?”

Rosalie didn’t know when Theodore had returned, but considering Cynthia’s sudden collapse, perhaps he had been standing behind her the whole time. This cunning woman was really quite the actress.

After helping Cynthia to the sofa, Theodore faced Rosalie with a cold expression.

“I asked you to take care of Cindy, but instead, you intentionally harmed her. I was only away briefly, and you dared to behave like this.

I can’t even begin to imagine what you might do when I am not around.”