MY PREGNANT WIFE

Lingering Shadows

You're hurt," said Theodore, staring at his wife's wrist.

The abrasion on her wrist was shallow, but it seemed deeply etched in his eyes.

"I'm fine. I'll put on a Band-Aid later. You go ahead and take a shower."

"Let's shower together."

Theodore looked up and calmly gazed at her. He said those words as naturally as he had brought up getting a divorce.

Throughout their marriage, the couple often showered together, and sometimes, they couldn't resist...

Staring into Theodore's dark eyes, Rosalie felt flustered and confused, but she still forcefully pulled her hand away. "It's fine. You go ahead and shower."

Since they had chosen to get divorced, there was no point in being tender to each other now.

Theodore's hand was suddenly empty. When he returned to his senses, Rosalie had already left the room.

When Rosalie walked into the room carrying a bowl of soup, she found that Theodore hadn't come out of the bathroom yet.

Concerned, she went to the bathroom to check on him, only to find an amusing yet exasperating scene before her.

Theodore was actually asleep in the bathtub. His clothes were strewn on the floor, and his phone was discarded to the side. Picking them up, Rosalie put the clothes in the laundry hamp

the bathtub and gently nudging her husband's shoulder.

“Theo.”

Theodore furrowed his brow, seemingly disturbed from his slumber. Behaving like a grumpy child, he ignored her, pushing her hand away and turning around.

But he had seemingly forgotten that he was in a bathtub, not a bed. When he turned, he plopped right into it.

Splash!

Water splashed everywhere, soaking Rosalie's clothes. She wiped the water off her face and quickly reached out to pull Theodore out of the bathtub, afraid the drunken fool would drown. "Theo, wake up!"

Despite everything that had happened, he still hadn't sobered up! If she had come in five minutes later, would he have drowned?

Though they had only been married for a year, she had known him for ten years. She had never seen the high and mighty, handsome CEO in such a sorry state.

Rosalie exerted all her strength to pull Theodore 'out of the bathtub. Half dazed, he stumbled out of the bathroom with her help. After she dried the water off his body and blow-dried his hair, she sat next to him on the bed to feed him the soup. Just as he took a sip, he spat it out like a naughty baby.

Frowning, Rosalie quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth. "Why did you spit it out?"

Theodore had his eyes closed as he muttered, "Tastes bad."

"You..." Rosalie couldn't help but laugh at him, asking, "But alcohol tastes good?

"Hmm."

Rosalie fell silent. If anyone else saw Theodore being so childish, his reputation as a dignified CEO would probably be ruined.

Rosalie shook her head helplessly, then scooped up another spoonful of soup and brought it to his lips. "Open up. You'll feel much better after drinking this."

But Theodore evaded her, refusing like a stubborn child who wouldn't eat his food.

Rosalie really wanted to spank him!

Theodore collapsed onto the bed, half asleep.

Rosalie sighed, thinking to herself that it was fine if he didn't want to drink the soup, but also worried that he might feel uncomfortable after drinking so much alcohol.

Oh, damn her soft-heartedness!

She took a sip of soup but didn't swallow it, then used her hand to open his mouth and leaned down to feed him mouth-to-mouth. As her soft lips touched his, Theodore slowly opened his eyes, and his hazy gaze was suddenly bright enough to illuminate the, dark sky.

With a gulp, he swallowed the soup Rosalie fed him.

Seeing he was awake, Rosalie blushed and sat up straight, feeling embarrassed. "I just wanted you to drink this soup. Since you're awake, drink it yourself."

Theodore's long eyelashes fluttered, then he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Rosalie gently nudged his shoulder. No response. It seems this drunkard was alternating between being sober and being out of it. Rosalie had no choice but to resort to slowly feeding him mouth-to-mouth. Theodore didn't open his eyes again but swallowed

everything. When he was done, Rosaline wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue.

Seeing Theodore sleeping soundly, she tucked him in and headed to the bathroom. After showering and drying off, Rosalie stood by the bed, staring at Theodore for a while. Since they were getting divorced, sleeping together didn't seem appropriate.

She was about to go to the next room to sleep when suddenly, the phone on the bedside cabinet started vibrating.

Rosalie picked up the phone to see the caller ID showing Cynthia's

name.

Her heart skipped a beat. Thinking of the past, Rosalie suddenly felt an impulse. She answered the call, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hello."

On the other end, a woman asked in confusion, "Who is this?"

"I'm Rosalie. What can I do for you?"

"Oh, Mrs. Spencer. Sorry, I thought it was Theo," said Cynthia. She sounded polite, and there was warmth in her voice when she said Theodore's name.

When Rosalie heard it, her heart acted, but she remained calm. “He's already asleep. Whatever it is, you can talk to him about it tomorrow."

"Okay then." Cynthia hung up.

Rosalie placed the phone on the bedside table. She thought of leaving but changed her mind and lay down beside Theodore instead.

Just then, Theodore suddenly turned over and pulled her into his arms. The warmth of his embrace enveloped her instantly and filled her with a familiar feeling she cherished. After the divorce, this embrace would no longer belong to her, but to Cynthia.

"Honey," Rosalie whispered softly. She held Theodore's face and kissed him gently.

'This will be the last time I address you in this way. From now on, those words belong to someone else. When the woman you truly love calls you that, you will be happier, won't you?' she thought to herself. Rosalie nestled into Theodore's embrace, holding him tightly and greedily inhaling his scent. Opportunities like this were few and far between. Soon, she drifted into sleep.

"Happy birthday."

Rosalie was half-asleep, and a sentence seemed to echo in her ears. But she couldn't make out what it was. Her eyelids felt heavy, and she didn't want to open them. Perhaps she had misheard. The next day, Rosalie woke up to find herself still lying in Theodore's arms. It felt incredulous, bittersweet and suffocating.

Theodore was already awake and staring at her.

"Are you awake? Do you want to sleep a little longer?" he asked.

His gentle tone gave Rosalie the illusion of them being the most affectionate couple in the world, never to be separated.

As she drifted in a daze, she suddenly remembered the coldness and ruthlessness with which this man had asked for a divorce. It was like being splashed with cold water.

She pulled away from his embrace. "Sorry, we should have slept separately last night. I was too tired and just lay down."

Theodore's initially gentle expression suddenly turned cold. He sat up and said icily, "You know we're not divorced yet, right?"

"What's the difference? Can't the divorce papers be finalized today?" Rosalie asked.

Better to end it sooner rather than later. Otherwise, things would be difficult if he found out she was pregnant.

"Are you that eager to get divorced?" Theodore asked, his voice growing colder.