MY PREGNANT WIFE

Hidden Truths

Rosalie found Theodore's questioning tone laughable. He was the one who had brought up getting a divorce because he was eager to be with another woman.

What right did he have to be unhappy?

"The sooner we sign, the sooner it's over, which works out in your favor," Rosalie remarked before pulling back the covers and getting out of bed.

Even if her heart felt like it was being torn apart, she refused to shed tears in front of him. Before they got married, she had made it clear that if he wanted a divorce, she wouldn't cling to him. Now, she had to stick to her word.

Theodore stared at her retreating figure with furrowed brows. Wouldn't the divorce work out more in her favor?

Just as Rosalie reached the bathroom door, she suddenly turned around. "Oh, by the way, Cynthia called last night. I told her you were asleep. Sorry for answering your phone."

Having said that, she entered the bathroom.

After a while, Theodore picked up his phone and dialed Cynthia's number.

"Hey, Theo."

"I heard you called last night. Did you need something?" Theodore's voice was neither cold nor gentle.

"It wasn't anything important. I just didn't expect Mrs. Spencer to pick up. Seems like she's mad at me."

Theodore had just ended the call when Rosalie emerged from the bathroom. She walked into the dressing room and got dressed, emerging as calmly as ever. "Are you angry?" Theodore asked.

Rosalie looked at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

*Cindy called last night. Are you angry?" he repeated.

Rosalie forced a smile, masking her intense heartache. “I have no reason to be angry. I knew from the start how important she is to you. Don't worry, I won't bother you two.

After calmly and gracefully speaking her mind, she walked out of the room. Just as she closed the door, she briefly heard the sound of what seemed like something being dropped in the room. Knowing that Theodore would wake up with a hangover, Rosalie had prepared a light breakfast for him

and whet his appetite.

something to settle his stomach

The couple sat in silence at the breakfast table. Things between them had been off ever since Theodore brought up getting a divorce.

"I saw Caleb buying medicine for you last night. Are you feeling unwell?" Rosalie asked, recalling the scene from the previous night.

Did Theodore have any health problems that she didn't know about? "I had an upset stomach from drinking too much. I asked him to get me something to help settle it," Theodore replied calmly. Based on what Rosalie said, Caleb likely hadn't told her what the medicine was really for.

"Really?" Rosalie was skeptical. "It was just for an upset stomach?

Not something you've been consistently taking?"

Judging from Caleb's tone last night, it didn't seem like the medicine. was something Theodore had taken only once or twice. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

Rosalie fell silent at her husband's reply. She couldn't see any signs. of deceit on his face, so she accepted his words with a smile. "I was just curious, that's all. By the way, when will the divorce papers be ready?"

"Soon enough. Why the rush?" Theodore's voice was suddenly laced with irritation.

Rosalie was startled at the change in his tone. "I'm not in a rush. I just want to know the approximate time so I can prepare myself."

Realizing he had sounded harsh, Theodore softened his tone when he, replied, "As I said before, these things take time. There are still some procedures that need to be done. Don't worry, it will happen." "Okay."

Eager to be with Cynthia, Theodore was the one who had initiated the divorce. Yet now, he seemed unruffled, making it appear as if Rosalie was the one who was eager to divorce. He was such a confusing man.

"So... when do you plan to talk to Grandma about this? She'll find out sooner or later," Rosalie said.

Let's wait a bit longer. Grandma was in a good mood last night. If we suddenly bring up divorce, she won't be able to handle it."

"Okay." Rosalie suddenly remembered something and added, "Don't worry. When we tell her, I'll say that initiated the divorce. I'll tell Grandma that I only married you out of respect for her.

"Although you've been good to me, being with you hasn't made me happy at all. It's not your fault. I just have feelings for someone else. Grandma cares for me deeply, so she probably won't hold it against you if I frame things that way."

Even as they were about to divorce, Rosalie was primarily concerned about Theodore. She was doing everything she could to ensure Rebecca wouldn't blame him.

Theodore stirred the cereal in his bowl, not taking a bite for a long while. His lips twitched, as if he was smiling yet suppressing something.

After a long silence, he said darkly, "The way you say it sounds like that's truly what you feel."

He looked up, his eyes simmering with intense heat as he continued, " You've been enduring it all this time, haven't you?"

Rosalie clutched her dress tightly, her expression growing increasingly grim.

She had been considering his welfare, but he twisted her words to suit his own agenda. Did he intentionally misunderstand her words so that it would seem reasonable for their marriage to come to an end? "Why aren't you answering? Have you really been feeling that way?"

Theodore's question carried even more significance than his previous one. It was as if he was insisting on an answer, or even a confession. from her.

It was true that Rosalie had been enduring for a long time.

She had endured not confessing her feelings to him, not telling him she loved him, and not telling him he was the only one she wanted. She had done it all because before they got married, Theodore had said he couldn't give her any sincere affection and could divorce her at any time.

Perhaps because her emotions were too intense, Rosalie suddenly felt a tumultuous sensation in her stomach. She quickly stood up

from her chair, covering her mouth as she left. Her sudden departure disrupted everything.

Theodore quickly stood and followed her. "What's wrong with you?"

Rosalie had been acting strangely these past few days.

Rosalie quickly returned to the bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her. She rushed into the bathroom and closed the door before leaning over the toilet to throw up. Theodore grabbed the doorknob and pulled hard, only to find the door locked from the inside. He clenched his fist and knocked on the door

a few times.

"Rose, why did you lock the door? Open up!"

He didn't know what was happening inside. He could hear some noises, but it wasn't clear enough.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He pounded on the door even harder, his tone growing impatient.

Rose, open the door!"

But there was no sign of the door opening.

Unable to take it anymore, he turned and shouted, "Butler, get the keys!

The butler quickly arrived with a bunch of keys and skillfully unlocked the door.

Theodore burst into the room to find Rosalie lying in bed, curled up under a blanket that completely covered her. He hurried to the bedside and pulled back the covers. Seeing her sickly pale face, as though she was unwell, filled him with worry.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, just a bit tired. I wanted to rest alone for a while."

He reached out to feel her forehead. "Are you sick?"

"I'm not sick, just tired. Please, leave me alone," Rosalie insisted as she pushed him away.

"Come on, we're going to the hospital," Theodore said as he attempted to lift the covers off her.

"No! I said I'm fine. I just want to sleep. Please don't disturb me, okay?

Rosalie's voice grew more anxious.

Without another thought, Theodore threw off the covers and lift