Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

"Cynthia Zeller!" Rosalie called out to her. "You can't leave! I've signed the contract and swore that I won't tell anyone. I won't do that, I promise!"

Cynthia refused to budge. "I don't believe you unless you swear upon your son!"

"I can't swear upon my son! I can swear upon myself!" Cynthia scoffed.

"Rosalie Young, what are you scared of? Do you have a guilty conscience? Are you worried you might implicate your son after swearing upon his name when you tell others about what happened today? You look as though you're ready to tell someone else about it right away! Otherwise, why do you not dare to swear?

"In that case, you can forget about getting this evidence. Your grandma will just have to die an unjust death while the culprit goes scot-free and even gets to enjoy life being Mrs. Spencer!" Rosalie clenched her fists, fire burning in her chest. She pounced on Cynthia and tried to snatch the phone over.

Cynthia shoved Rosalie to the ground. "Trying to snatch the phone for me? There's no point since you can't even unlock it. What's more, I programmed it such that if the password is not keyed in over the next 10 minutes, the video and recording will be automatically deleted." "No!' Rosalie yelled. "Don't delete them!"

"Then swear! So what if you swear upon your son's name? As long as you don't tell anyone about it, your son will be fine. As long as you keep your word, nothing will happen. There's no need to fear. Swear upon your son and I'll give you the evidence right away. Don't you want to take revenge for your grandmother?"

Cynthia's voice was like a chant, eating away at Rosalie's defenses.

and finally said in a pained voice, "I swear, if...if I

as tears fell

say that your son Steve will die

"Cynthia, you..."

grandmother will die an unjust death.

felt at ease enough to pick up the contract on the floor. "You should've

at her watch

of the woman he's about to marry, he'll surely have a mental breakdown. I have to be by his side

threw her phone

password-protected at all. The video and recording are

face and picked up the phone. With trembling fingers, she clicked

the video and listened to the recording once through before crawling up and rushing into the

sorry, I'm sorry! I swore