Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 226

Theodore’s face darkened like an impending storm over a sunny day.

Rosalie could feel his rising anger. If she went on talking, they would probably fight again.

They were already divorce. She didn’t understand why he was saying

all these.

“I have something else to attend to,” she said. “I need to go off. Go back by yourself.”

With that, Rosalie stood up to leave.

Theodore grabbed her wrist. “What do you need to do?”

Rosalie furrowed her brows. Turning, she said, “Please let me go.”

Feeling his grip over her wrist tightening, she gritted her teeth in fury

“We’re already divorced. Quit pulling me around! I’m not your wife, okay? Please stop behaving so ridiculously!”

Her words made Theodore’s brow knit even tighter. “Me? Behaving ridiculously? You’re clearly avoiding me! What could you possibly be busy with?”

“Why can’t I be busy with something?” Rosalie sputtered in anger. “In your eyes, am I a woman who has nothing better to do than to sit around at home like an ornament? Do you think I’m nothing but a

useless bum?”

“Then tell me. What do you need to do?” Theodore pressed.

“Can’t I go look for work?” Rosalie made up an excuse. “I need to go for a job interview. Let me go!”

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“Find work at SK Enterprise,” Theodore said angrily, his tone dripping with dominance.

Rosalie was already frustrated to begin with, and Theodore’s words were like a spark that ignited a flame that burst forth.

“Theodore Spencer, don’t you go too far!”

Her voice was so piercing that even passers–by could hear her, and they stopped to see what was going on. Rosalie was so infuriated, she ignored the glances they were throwing her way.

“We’re already divorced! Why are you still caring about what I do? Are you trying to drive me mad? What else do you want from me?!”

Theodore’s chest heaved as he panted, “Are you going to just cut ties with the Spencers after the divorce? Cutting the family off so cleanly after ten whole years… How is Grandma going to feel? Don’t you care

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“I know better than you how she feels,” Rosalie refuted. “I know what I’m doing with regards to Grandma, but things between you and I will never be the same again. I can’t accept your ridiculous accusations. And don’t even talk to me about those ten years! So what if we spent ten years

together? You’re still so madly in love with Cynthia. Have you ever treated me as your lover, even if just for a day?”

Rosalie paused for a moment, but all she got from him was silence.

He had never treated her as his lover, not even for a day.

She had once foolishly hoped for that, but now, she was sober. The pain she felt from waking up from her dreams was heart–wrenching, but at least she was back in reality.

“Now that we’re finally divorced, I beg you, let’s never meet again. Don’t come looking for trouble, and don’t forget about Cynthia’s condition right now. Hurry up and marry her,”

The coldness in Rosalie’s eyes incensed Theodore, but it wasn’t just anger that filled him. A bone– piercing chill tore through his heart, nearly freezing it into ice.

Upon feeling his grip loosening, Rosalie immediately struggled free. Just then, a car stopped right next to her.

The window wound down, and Sebastian stuck his head out.

“Rose, where are you headed? I’ll send you there.”