Tales of the Absconding Spouse

"Andrew has returned. You're merely a stand-in for Henkel. "You should be prepared to flee!" Chloe's sister-in-law, Lana Sulivan, had left her a voice message explaining why her husband had not yet returned home. Lana's voice was accompanied by a photograph. In the photo, a familiar woman was leaning on Henkel's arms, her face bashful and sweet, and the tenderness in Henkel's eyes was something Chloe had never seen before. Chloe sat in a stupor, feeling deathly cold. Chloe and Henkel celebrated their second wedding anniversary today. Chloe eventually saw the man she had been waiting for at two o'clock in the morning. Henkel entered the room. He was tall and attractive. Chloe dashed over to him, eager to inquire about the photograph. Before she could say anything, she was met with his possessive kiss. Chloe froze and struggled, but her resistance seemed to energize Henkel. He kissed her more forcefully, seized her slim waist with his burning palm, and led her to the bed. She was imprisoned beneath Henkel's body. With his lengthy fingers, he teased her shoulder straps open. His breath landed on her porcelain white and slightly cold shoulders and neck, creeping down and almost searing her skin. "Don't worry, Henkel, I have stuff to do..." Her words were muffled by his lips. She closed her eyes and let herself get carried away by his aroma. Henkel's eagerness and solicitude for her gave her the impression that he was interested in her every time they had s*x. The unusual aroma on her nostrils, on the other hand, was a continual reminder that her husband had been with another lady not long ago. His moonlight was that woman. Chloe couldn't mislead herself any longer. "Mm..." As she bit him, Henkel smothered a grunt. Henkel flipped on the nightstand lamp with a snap. The faint light cast a cold and gloomy glare on his face. With a straight nose, black brows, narrow lips, and cold eyes, the man was undeniably attractive. A little blood crimson on his lips turned his ascetic face horrible at that moment. His dark and deep eyes had lost any passion for Chloe. He looked at her uncomfortably, and his voice was generally guarded and chilly. "What are you up to again, Chloe?" "I've been waiting for you all day," Chloe said as she tightened the sheets. "Have you been keeping busy?" Henkel hoisted himself up, looking agitated. "Is it just because of that?" "I'm too busy to play useless anniversary games with you," he rolled over and stood up. Go shopping for a break if you're bored." Chloe's heart ached as she stared at the black card he had tossed at her. Was she, in his opinion, a lowly country girl who had ruthlessly snatched her sister's fiancé for his money? He was preoccupied, yet he made time for Andrew. "I heard from Lana that Andrew returned..." Chloe bit her lip. "Chloe, you've received all you wanted, so don't think of forcing her away again!" Henkel said coldly. Chloe's face became flushed as a result of the proximity. Didn't he think she'd forced Andrew away with her cruel methods and taken everything from Andrew by whatever means necessary? But it was she who was the true Timothy family's daughter and the one who had been engaged to him as a child. Chloe had been abandoned by her nanny, and Andrew Timothy had been adopted by the Timothy family because she resembled Chloe. Chloe had been found more than two years before, but Andrew had rolled down the steps the next day. Everyone assumed Chloe was the one who shoved Andrew down. And before Chloe could prove her innocence, Andrew had left the hospital without saying anything. She had, in reality, departed the country. But Chloe's leaving had angered the Timothy family and left her with a poor reputation. Andrew was praised for her independence and self-improvement, whereas Chloe was mocked and despised. But what really was Chloe's fault? She had no idea Henkel had been with Andrew before she married him. She had been bullied by the servants, her sister-in-law, and her mother-in-law for the previous two years of marriage. Her love for Henkel was the foundation of her life today. She hoped that her sincerity would touch his heart and impress the Sulivan family sooner or later. She realized she was incorrect when she glanced at Henkel's chilly face. The only thing she could get in exchange for her heart is to have it tramped on and an arrow shot through it. "I warn you, Andrew is not someone you should touch!" Chloe's pallid face was scrunched up and collided with Henkel's knife-like gaze. Her throat was choked, and she couldn't say anything. Was there anything else she needed to know? His demeanor already indicated that he did not love her. Andrew was someone he had always admired. Henkel slammed the door shut and walked away. What had just happened felt like a dream. Chloe buried her stifled sobs beneath the blanket. Chloe had heaves the next day. She went to the hospital for a checkup and was directed to the obstetrics and gynecology department. "You've been expecting for almost two months." What? Was she expecting a child? She was taken aback and moved. Her emotions blossomed like a spectacular spring bud. She didn't know she had been crying with excitement for some time until the doctor smiled and handed her a tissue. She dashed to Sulivan Company, eager to tell Henkel the wonderful news for the first time. Because of the baby, her lifeless heart was resurrected. But when she pushed open the door to the CEO's office and saw Andrew reclining on the couch with a big belly reading a magazine, her hope was dashed and she felt a cold run through her bones. "How come you're surprised? I've been expecting for over seven months. Henkel didn't tell you?" Andrew smiled as she curved her lips. "Who is the father of your child?" Chloe heard herself ask in a rigid, trembling voice. "You've guessed it, haven't you?" You are correct. Henkel is the father of my child! He's ecstatic! By the way, he just finished telling me a prenatal development narrative and left for a meeting. "Would you like to sit and wait for him?" Andrew sat there, her stomach in her hands, as if she were Henkel's wife. Her face was filled with smugness rather than shame. "You should be ashamed!" Chloe smacked her across the face. Andrew hid her face. Her eyes flashed coldly, and she laughed once again. "How dare you steal Henkel from me, Chloe?" Henkel is crazy over me! What more do you have besides Mrs. Sulivan's name? Henkel didn't even touch you, I'm afraid... Wait! "Are you expecting?" Andrew's gaze was drawn to the pregnancy test in Chloe's palm, and she shouted. Chloe shuddered with rage and loathing, barely holding herself up, "Yes! "My child is legal, but yours is wicked and sinful!" Andrew drove her nails into the flesh of her palm with envy. Henkel, who was so chilly and clean, was a perfect match for Chloe! Chloe was such a jerk! She was enraged because she was so envious, but then she appeared to recall something and sneered weirdly. "Don't be arrogant! I'm sure Henkel will turn that jerk in your stomach into mush for me!" Chloe swayed, instinctively covering her stomach. No, not even a tiger would eat its own baby. Henkel would never do something like that. But Andrew's expression was so sure and assured that Chloe found herself lacking in confidence. "I've got a secret to tell you," Andrew said as he drew closer. In truth, your adoptive mother's vehicle accident was not an accident." Chloe's body shook and her eyes turned bright red. She snatched Andrew's neck. The office door was shoved open at that moment, and Henkel yelled loudly. "What are you doing, Chloe?"