Chasing My Rejected Wife by J.Liu

Rodney had never dreamed that she would stay in the countryside of South City to have children. If he hadn’t forced her like that, she wouldn’t have chosen to get married, would she?

She and he hadn’t been pregnant for three years, but she got pregnant very quickly after leaving him. This was undoubtedly the greatest irony for Rodney, because he had read many books about pregnancy before. He knew that women were under great pressure and it wasn’t easy to get pregnant. Her pressure should come from her mother.

Thinking that her pregnancy might have been caused by the great pressure from her mother, Rodney wanted to die. He should have moved her out earlier. If he had brought her out earlier, everything would not have been like this. She would definitely have had a lively and lovely child with him.

As long as she had a child, her mother would never make things difficult for her. But it was too late to say anything now. It was his fault. It was his hesitation that caused all this.

Rodney didn’t want to go home. He drove alone to the bar. He leaned against the sofa silently and drank. He heard his phone ringing, but he didn’t want to answer it at all.

He drank a lot of wine in the bar, and in the end, it was the designated driver of the bar who sent him home.

It was already midnight, and the lights in the living room were still on. Because he did not go home, nor did he pick up the phone, Rachel was worried and kept waiting.

Seeing Rodney standing at the door with his hand on the door frame, Rachel turned her head and complained, “Rodney, why didn’t you answer the phone? Celia has been waiting here for you for several hours.”

“I didn’t ask her to wait!” Rodney replied impatiently.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Rachel looked at her son.

Rodney staggered over to her and sat down opposite her. “Mom, do you really love me?”

“Child, what are you talking about? Do you have a mother who doesn’t love her son?” Rachel replied. She frowned when she smelled the smell of alcohol. “Why do you drink when you don’t have a good stomach?”

Rodney leaned back on the sofa and muttered to himself, “If you really love me, why can’t you see my sadness? Why?”

Without Amber, he didn’t believe that Rachel wouldn’t have been able to see his life. It was said that love is the same as love. He had given up on his mother because of filial piety. Why couldn’t his mother accept Amber because of love? This was what he wanted to know the most.

“Rodney, you drank too much!” Rachel did not take his question to heart. She was worried that her son would hurt his stomach, so she immediately ordered the auntie to cook the soup for Rodney.

After all these years with his mother, he knew how capable she was to change the topic. Seeing Rachel calling him Aunt, he struggled to get up and went upstairs.

That night, Amber was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She hated Rodney. She hated him as much as she loved him. As long as she thought that he said that he loved her and cheated on her, she could not forgive him.

When she thought of the scene of Rodney and Celia carrying her behind their backs, she felt as if her heart had been cut. In addition to the pain of living a life worse than death, there was also incomparable humiliation. Amber wished to kill them.

She had tried her best to treat her child and suffered from Rachel’s humiliation and torture, but he had begun to have his own child outside.

Amber felt a chill down his spine as soon as he thought of how Rodney was pretending to hug her to comfort her. “I only want you. I don’t want children!”

coax me like this?” Amber felt a chill on her face when she

that he had another son! This was his retribution, his retribution

and began to have a fever again. Amber took him to the hospital

the elevator, she ran into Celia and Zoe. Celia got up this morning and found her

shocked. Looking at her holding the child, they looked

could he appear with a child? Who was the child? It couldn’t be

at each other as they thought about it. Zoe curled her lips. Celia would naturally not do such an

delicate skin made her extremely jealous. Amber was famous for his beauty. Many boys in college called her

Amber, the goddess, Celia had to stand aside. At that time, she was very

had lived a comfortable life and Amber had drifted away. She had thought that she would age, but she had never thought that her beauty would be rooted in her. She was exactly

use of being beautiful? Can’t I have a

she was upset about being

a blind eye to her dissatisfaction. For a slave like

them and entered the elevator first. Zoe and Celia

more she takes you seriously. Zoe is such a b*tch. Think

out of the Barron family because he didn’t know how to give birth to a child. It was better to use the kid to provoke her. Thinking of this, she sneered. “Celia, how painful do you think a woman won’t have a child? She must be envious and

also happy. Zoe was really her bosom friend. She said what she wanted to say. She

smile was a kind of encouragement to Zoe, and Zoe became more and more proud. “It’s useless no matter how beautiful a woman

as she finished speaking, the little girl in Amber’s hand said in a childish voice, “Mom!

so did Celia. They looked at each other in surprise, suspecting that something

they still didn’t believe that the

acquaintance.” Mel fell into a position in Amber’s arms and turned her face back. Seeing Mel’s face, Zoe and Celia looked

smiling. She stared at Mel in

nose, and mouth… This child resembled Amber

Amber’s child?

expression amused Amber. She withdrew her gaze and looked at Mel, her eyes full of tenderness and love. “Good girl, I’ll take

were staring at

air became silent. Zoe, who used to mock Amber, couldn’t find a reason, and Celia’s

Amber strode out with Mel in his arms. Celia and Zoe followed. Watching Amber’s back as he walked away, Zoe lowered her

know?”

anxious and worried than

Rodney knows that she has a

up!” There was a hint of anger on Celia’s face. She interrupted Zoe harshly. Zoe had never seen such a Celia, so she was

angry, it must have something to do with the child in Amber’s hands. It seemed

parked the car at the door and rushed into the house. She didn’t look like a lady at all. In the living room, Shannon was watching TV on the sofa. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she saw her daughter panting. She frowned and said, “Why are you running so fast? It’s improper to let