Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 940

Sydney threw off the covers, got out of bed, and started putting on her clothes. "Sweetheart, where are you going?" Geoffrey asked.

"I don't have time to waste with you. Geoffrey, if it weren't for your threats, I would never have let you touch me. You know perfectly well how disgusting the things you've done are. You haven't shed a single drop of blood yourself, but you manage to make everyone suffer while you sit back and reap the benefits. Truly devious. To you, Sebastian is nothing more than a tool. You've never seen him as your son!" After getting dressed, Sydney picked up her bag, ready to leave.

"Sydney," Geoffrey said heavily. "Sebastian is our son, and that's an unchangeable fact. I love you, too. I've already compromised this much-even if you don't divorce Wesley, it's fine. Just spend some time with me, that's all I ask. What more do you want?" Sydney turned back around, her face full of rage.

"Geoffrey, I'll tell you what I want. I will free myself from you just wait and see! I refuse to believe there isn't someone out there who can bring you down."

With a loud bang, Sydney slammed the door shut and stormed out.

Geoffrey let out a cold laugh, his gaze gradually turning vicious. He grabbed a pillow and violently threw it onto the floor.

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I want, and anything I want to win back, I

a bleak scene over

river flowed quietly, like a mirror reflecting the desolate, silent sky. Abandoned containers

breeze skimmed across the river, bringing a hint of moisture and chill, though it couldn't dispel

the riverbank in a mysterious, oppressive atmosphere. Theodore stood along the riverside with a group of men in black, all gazing at the

sides were riddled with bullet holes, the glass had been shattered, and

anxiety and unease. Shadows of sorrow weighed heavily over his brow, a helpless and desperate grief swirling madly in his eyes. He almost lost his footing, barely held up by the person beside

searched this river thoroughly. We didn't find

there were numerous bullet holes in the warehouses and containers nearby. This area is notoriously unsafe with frequent gang skirmishes here, and bloodstains are common on the ground. We found traces of fresh blood, indicating a recent fight, but it's all been cleaned up,

worst possible news, though Theodore had likely come

pale, his lips drained of