Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 33

"If it looks good on you, keep wearing it. After you and Theo get divorced, I'm afraid he won't be able to give you any more gifts," Cynthia said as she lowered her head, a hint of darkness flickering her eyes. She picked up her utensils and took a bite of the lunch Rosalie ha made, nodding at the taste.

"It's really good. It's a pity that after you divorce Theo, he'll hardly g to eat something like this again."

Her tone sounded somewhat regretful, but perhaps concealed a hir of satisfaction.

"You take your time eating. I'll leave first," said Rosalie.

Rosalie wouldn't really stay to foolishly take care of Cynthia. This woman didn't need her care.

"Wait." Cynthia stopped her. "Didn't Theo tell you why you're here? I' you leave like this now, he won't be happy."

She was acting in a completely domineering manner, speaking in a tone that was gentle but carried a warning.

want to hear from me? Don't you and Theodore understand your relationship the best? Do you really feel guilty about me divorcing him?" Rosalie asked. Rosalie was divorcing Theodore, and Cynthia was clearly the one benefiting from it. Yet, Cynthia came here talking about feeling guilty, wanting the original wife to explain it herself. It was ridiculously absurd. Was Cynthia trying to act noble in

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oh no, I'll just call you Rosalie. You won't be Mrs. Spencer

didn't care how others addressed

things to me. He just needs to look at my face to know what I want. Between

filled with cunning. "Theodore and I are about to get divorced. You don't need to scheme anything. You'll get the result you want soon." Since Rosalie had been losing from the start, she might as

fragile expression suddenly turned somewhat ominous. "How dare you say those words? Because of you, I almost

I've barely seen

slandering her and trying to make

or do you really not know?" Cynthia asked, seeming a bit angry. She suddenly clutched her chest as if breathing had become difficult. Rosalie furrowed

sense of hatred flashed in Cynthia's eyes. "What's wrong with me?

you're accusing me

Rosalie said, utterly

have a heart disease now," Cynthia said through gritted