MY PREGNANT WIFE

Silent desperation

"I didn't mean it that way," Rosalie snapped, feeling a bit angry.

If she had meant it like that, she wouldn't have let him touch her last night, especially since she was pregnant.

Without saying anything else, Theodore carried her back to the

bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. His movements were tender and caring, causing Rosalie to desperately hold back her tears.

As he straightened her clothes, his large hands inadvertently brushed. against her belly. Rosalie's heart skipped a beat. She quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away. Her lower abdomen was still very flat, but instinctively, she felt guilty and was worried about being discovered.

Theodore paused at her actions. "What's wrong?"

Was she not letting him touch her now because they were about to get a divorce?

"It's nothing. I just didn't sleep well and am feeling a bit dizzy," Rosalie explained, giving an excuse.

"Shall I call a doctor? You don't look too good."

Theodore reached out and touched her forehead. She didn't feel warm and her temperature was normal, but he still felt like something was

off.

"I'm really fine."

Rosalie couldn't risk having a doctor come over now, lest they

discover her pregnancy.

"I just need to sleep. I'll be fine after a nap."

Rose, I'll give you one last chance. Either tell me the truth, or I'll take you to the hospital."

Did she think he didn't know that she was hiding something?

Rosalie forced a smile. "It's just that it's been a while since we've been intimate. It's taking me-a while to recover because we did it so suddenly last night. You don't have to take me to the hospital. I'll be fine after I get some rest. It'll be awkward to go to the hospital when there's nothing wrong with me."

Upon hearing her reasonable explanation, a hint of embarrassment flashed in the man's eyes. He immediately pulled up the blanket to cover her.

"You should have said so earlier. You didn't have to get up, I could have brought breakfast to bed for you."

Rosalie clenched her fists under the blanket, holding back her tears. He was so cruel. How could he care for her like this after proposing a

divorce?

Theodore raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch. It looked like he had something to attend to.

"Honey... Mr. Spencer, if you have something to do, go ahead. I'll be fine after I get some rest.”

Theodore frowned at the way she addressed him. She had never

called him that before.

"What did you call me?"

Theodore sounded calm, but his tone carried a hint of restrained

anger.

Rosalie hardened her heart and said, "We're getting divorced, so it's better to adapt early. If we accidentally call each other too

affectionately after the divorce, others might misunderstand."

Finding her words grating, Theodore stood up and turned to leave without another word. Almost simultaneously, Rosalie turned her body, tears silently streaming down her face.

Theodore's footsteps suddenly halted, and he turned back to his wife. "Rose, you've always seen me as a brother, haven't you?"

Rosalie was slightly startled at his question. Why was he bringing this up now? She discreetly wiped away the tears on her face before looking up at Theodore. "What?"

"Before we got married, you said you had no romantic feelings for me and that you only saw me as a brother."

"I did say that."

"Your feelings haven't changed, right? You don't have any romantic feelings for me, and you only see me as a brother, don't you?"

Staying silent, Rosalie clutched the bedsheet tightly, her knuckles turning white. She bit her lip hard, tears flowing incessantly as she struggled to control her trembling body.

When she first laid eyes on Theodore at the age of eleven, she had been drawn to him. His eyes seemed to hold the beauty of the entire galaxy. They got engaged at nineteen, and she married him at twenty. Now, she was twenty-one years old.

Since the start, her feelings for him had never wavered. Instead, they had grown deeper with time.

Although they had only been married for a year, they had been

together for ten years. He was her entire youth, and no one else could ever hold her heart. It was as if she had been poisoned, and he was

her antidote.

"Why aren't you answering me? Is there something you can't say?"

Theodore pressed.

Yes, I still see you as a brother, just like you see me as a sister."

Rosalie's throat grew increasingly tight, to the point where she could hardly produce another sound. If she could, she would have lifted the covers and rushed into his arms.

She would tearfully tell him, "I've never seen you as a brother. I love you!"

Instead, she restrained herself from doing something so pathetic. His heart belonged to another woman. Since that was the case, why should she lower herself and beg him like that?

"That's good. Now, you can find a man you truly love," Theodore said calmly with a faint smile.

Rosalie's heart ached painfully again, but she forced a smile. "Yeah... That's great."

Theodore could openly be with his first love now.

"Rose," he suddenly called out.

"Yeah?" Rosalie managed to reply in a strained tone.

"I..." Theodore suddenly stopped.

Rosalie remained silent as she waited for him to continue.

"I'm leaving first. Get some rest, okay?"

With that, Theodore turned and left.

Rosalie wrapped herself in the blanket and started crying. Afraid of being heard, she tightly covered her mouth with her hands. She felt as if she was suffocating. The drowning sense of despair she felt made her wish she could leave this world right now.

After what felt like an eternity, someone knocked on the door.

Rosalie opened her weary eyes and hoarsely asked, "Who is it?"

“Madam, Mr. Fletcher is here," the Butler's voice came from outside.

Instantly, Rosalie felt wide awake. She went to the bathroom and freshened up, then put on some light makeup to make herself look. less disheveled.

Just as she was about to leave the room, her phone rang. Picking it up from the bedside, she saw a text message from Theodore.

[Yuvan should be there now. If there's anything you want to add to the divorce papers, you can discuss it with him.]

Rosalie couldn't help but tear up again. She deleted the message without replying. It would be a lie to say she felt no resentment towards Theodore.

She walked neatly into the living room and stood in front of Yuvan,

looking beautiful and spirited.

"Yuvan, you're here," she greeted.

Yuvan had thought that she would be heartbroken after Theodore asked for a divorce. Though, when he recalled something that Theodore had previously drunkenly told him, Yuvan seemed to

understand Rosalie's current behavior.

"Well, give it here, and I'll sign it," Rosalie said bluntly.

It seemed that Rosalie's heart did indeed belong to someone else.

But... what kind of man could compare to someone like Theodore? Yuvan couldn't help but wonder about that even as he pulled out the documents..

Madam, here are the divorce papers. After the divorce, you will

receive..."

Yuvan continued to read through the generous divorce compensation in a flat tone. Theodore had written that she would receive the villa, the cars, money, jewelry, and gold.

But Rosalie didn't listen to a word. She seemed lost in thought. She didn't want anything. She just wanted Theodore.

Was that possible?

Suddenly, she laughed. Perhaps when sadness reached its peak, it turned into laughter.

Somewhat shocked, Yuvan stopped talking. Theodore and Rosalie were about to divorce. Yet, Rosalie was... happy?

Rosalie stopped laughing. "Sorry. It seems that I'll be a rich woman after my divorce."

Yuvan remained silent. So, Rosalie only wanted money?

"Madam, I haven't finished reading yet. According to the rules, I have to read everything out. Please wait a moment," Yuvan continued.

But when he reached the next sentence, he suddenly said, "Oh no." He closed the file. "You can't sign this agreement."

Seeing Yuvan's serious expression, a confused Rosalie asked, "Why?"