MY PREGNANT WIFE

Unspoken Truths

in the evening, Rosalie went to a restaurant alone and ordered a meal, forcing herself to eat something for the sake of her unborn child. Her plan was to return to her room after dinner and concoct a story to tel Rebecca the next day, to reassure the old woman that she and

Theodore had spent a wonderful night together.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure not far away, walking out of the

restaurant.

Cynthia?

Accompanying her were a man and a woman. The three of them chatted, shook hands, and walked out together.

But where was Theodore?

"Miss, sorry to disturb you. Are you alone?" a waiter asked.

Rosalie snapped out of her thoughts. "Yeah. Do you need something?"

"There's a gentleman who wants to dine here, but there's a queue of waiting guests and limited seating. So, may I ask if you would be willing to share your table with him? If not, it's okay." Rosalie turned her head and saw a well-dressed man not far away. He looked quite handsome and elegant.

"It's fine," Rosalie replied. She was about to finish her meal anyway.

"Alright. Thank you, miss."

Soon after the waiter spoke to the man, Sebastian Carter, he walked over to Rosalie's side with a smile on his face.

"Sorry about this, miss. I didn't make a reservation, so there's no available seating. But I really wanted to try this restaurant's

specialties."

"It's difficult to get a reservation at this restaurant. There was a cancellation today, so I was lucky. Please, have a seat,” Rosalie replied politely.

As Sebastian calmly sat opposite Rosalie, he noted that she was. wearing a blue dress, with her black hair tied up and wisps of curls hanging down on both sides of her cheeks. She looked quite charming and lively. Though she was smiling, her expression somehow seemed sorrowful.

"Is there something on my face?" asked Rosalie, feeling a bit uneasy at Sebastian's scrutiny. "I'm sorry. I just thought you seemed a bit sad."

"I'm not."

Her heart was already broken. There was no room left for sadness.

"Sorry, I must have assumed too much," Sebastian replied, after which he dropped the matter.

Not far away, a sports car was parked outside the restaurant. A man emerged from a nearby pharmacy and approached the vehicle. He opened the door and was about to get in, but suddenly noticed at familia figure sitting by the restaurant's glass window.

Wasn't that Theodore's wife? Who was the man opposite her? What the hell?

Caleb Finch immediately took out his phone and recorded a fifteen- second video, then quickly sent it to Theodore, accompanied by a text

message.

[Bro, take a look at this! Is your wife cheating on you? She got all

dolled up and is out on a date with a handsome guy in the middle of the night! Don't worry, man. I've got your back! I'll straighten this out for you!]

As she didn't have much of an appetite, Rosalie quickly finished her meal.

She wiped her mouth with a napkin. I'm done, so I'll leave first."

Suddenly, a voice rang out, "Well, well, who do we have here? I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me."

Hearing the familiar voice, Rosalie turned her head, somewhat surprised.

"Caleb, why are you here?"

"Am I interrupting something?" Caleb's gaze was sharp as a sword as he glared at Sebastian. "Who are you? Do you know she's married?" Sebastian seemed somewhat taken aback. "You're married?"

Rosalie nodded before turning back to Caleb. "I don't know this gentleman. I came alone, but the restaurant was full, so we shared a table. I was just about to leave."

Having explained, Rosalie tried to brush past Caleb, but he stepped forward and blocked her path.

"Wait a minute."

Rosalie frowned, seeming a bit impatient. "Do you need something else?"

She was clearly innocent and heartbroken because of her husband. However, her husband's friend was treating her as if she were the one having an affair.

"Sharing a table? A handsome man and a beautiful woman, one

dressed to the nines and the other in a sharp suit, just happened to both come to this restaurant alone. Then, there just happened to be no seats, so you shared a table. Do you think I'm stupid?" Sebastian stepped forward to explain, "I really don't know this lady. You're misunderstanding the situation."

"I wasn't talking to you. Shut up!" Caleb said bluntly.

Sebastian remained calm, his expression unusually cool.

"You're very rude," Rosalie said with a deep frown. "Believe it or not, the facts remain the same."

"That's easy to say! Rosalie, do you even know that Theo's..." Caleb paused and glanced at the man next to him. "Do you have something else to say?"

Sebastian smiled and politely excused himself, "Sorry, I'll be going now."

Before leaving, he glanced at Rosalie again with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

"Caleb, I know you've always disliked me. Think what you want," said Rosalie. She turned to leave, not wanting to defend herself further.

"Theo drank a lot last night, you know?" Caleb said to her back.

Rosalie halted and turned around. "What?" But she suddenly remembered something. "Yeah... He must have been ecstatic last night, so drinking a lot is normal."

Seeing Rosalie so composed, Caleb's brows furrowed even tighter. He wanted to explode, but she was his friend's wife. If Theodore found out Caleb had dared to scold his woman, he would tear him apart! "Do you want to come with me to see him?" Caleb asked.

*No need, I have other things to do."

Seeing him would only add to her sorrow.

"Rosalie, you're so heartless! You don't even care about your husband. He's been staying at my place for the past two days, drunk as hell!"

Rosalie's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

Hadn't he been with Cynthia last night? Cynthia even personally drew him a bath. They must have taken a bath together.

"I don't feel like explaining to you. He's not doing well now. If you want to see him, come with me. If you want to remain heartless, I won't stop you!"

As Caleb walked away, Rosalie noticed he was holding a bag of medicine. A bad feeling came over her and she quickly followed after him.

"Wait a minute. What's the medicine for?" she asked, staring at the bag.

"For fun," Caleb replied sarcastically.

Rosalie was puzzled. "Huh?"

"Seriously? People buy medicine for treating illnesses. Why else would I buy it?"

Caleb was grumpy and behaving like he had a huge grudge agains Rosalie.

"Are you sick?" Rosalie asked.

"Not me! It's for your husband!"

Rosalie became anxious at Caleb's words. "What's wrong with him Why does he need medicine?"

"Don't you know?"

"Is he sick?"

"You..." Caleb couldn't help but laugh. "Your husband knows your menstrual cycle better than you do, and you don't even know he needs medicine!"

"I... I really didn't know. Can you tell me about it?"

Caleb got into the car without responding to her, and Rosalie quickly got into the passenger seat.

Caleb drove Rosalie to a high-end apartment in the city center.

In the bustling Ashwick City, an ordinary person couldn't afford a single square meter even if they didn't eat or drink for a year. However, for someone like Caleb, this was just one of his many residences. When they arrived at his unit, Caleb entered the password and opened the door. He walked in but realized that Rosalie had remained at the entrance.

He turned around. "What's wrong? Come in."