The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1834

Chapter 1834
“But every villain meets their match, right? Everyone knows Morrison’s heart
belonged to Mona. So what if she’s pregnant? Morrison still doesn’t give her the
time of day. She thought she was so smart and proud. Look at her now, trying to
get the man with a baby. She got what she wanted, but at what cost? She’s
made her own bed, but it’s the kid I feel sorry for. That child doomed to grow up
without a father’s love.”
“Pfft. Now that you mention it. Hey, why hasn’t Mona shown up yet?”
“What? Is Mona coming?”
Enter title…
“Yeah, she’s in R City. Just got back recently. She was in a car crash and ended
up in the same hospital as Morrison, right over his birthday. How could she not
show up?”
“True. She’s probably just running late.”
Meanwhile, Mona was just about to leave her rented flat when a stranger
blocked her path. “Excuse me, are you Ms. Mona?”
She was startled, eyeing him warily. “Who… who are you?”
“It seems I’ve found the right person.” The man tipped his hat in a gentlemanly
gesture, “Please come with me.”
Mona took a step back, “Who are you, and why would I go anywhere with you?”
He looked sharp in his suit, not much older than her, and not the sort to mean
her harm. His demeanor was polite, but no matter what, she wouldn’t just
wander off with a stranger.
The young man looked surprised, “Aren’t you here for Mr. Witt’s birthday party?”
Mona paused, “You are…?”
“lL was sent to deliver a gown to you and escort you to the stylist. Didn’t you get
the message?”
After a few seconds, her eyes lit up with realization, “Did Morrison send you?”
The man didn’t respond, just offered a slight smile and stepped aside to let her
pass, “Please, Ms. Mona. The car’s this way.”
Mona smiled back and let her guard down, heading towards the vehicle. She
couldn’t think of anyone but Morrison who would go to such lengths.
At Morrison’s birthday party, a group of women continued gossiping.
“Just think about it, Rose’s psychological resilience is impressive. If it were me, I
wouldn’t be able to endure being subjected to emotional abuse from my
husband while pregnant and still refusing to divorce.”
“It was obvious back in school that Morrison couldn’t stand her. But she always
made sure to flaunt herself in front of him. Once Morrison got a girlfriend, it
became clear she was trying to weasel her way into his life, aiming to be the
other woman.”
“Now she’s succeeded, hasn’t she? She’s the acknowledged Mrs. Witt”
“Please, ask anyone here, who cares about her title? Everyone knows she is
just a joke.”
“If it were me, I’d have the baby aborted and be out of here in a heartbeat. I
couldn’t stand the shame.”
In the dim corridor, Morrison stood rigid, his expression darker and more
foreboding than ever.
He moved forward, his tall figure emerging from the shadows into the bright light
of the banquet hall.
The women spotted him and rose to greet him with smiles.
“Morrison, happy birthday!”
“Happy birthday!”
“Get out.”

The women’s smiles froze, their carefully made-up faces suddenly grotesque.
“Morrison, what… what did you say?”
“Yeah, did you forget us? We’re your classmates, and we used to be friends
with…”
Morrison’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his aura of menace crashing
down upon them. “Rose is my wife. Whatever you think of her, it’s not your place
to gossip or judge. This is the last time I’ll say it: leave now!”
His roar sent the women scrambling, their demeanour crumbling as they ran
out, tears streaking their makeup.
The security guards at the door, alerted by the commotion, arrived swiftly.
“What… what happened?”
“Throw them out!” Morrison ordered, his anger unmasked.
The women scurried away, humiliated and crying, while the guards hesitated
before following them out.
Megan and Molly stood by Morrison, watching his fury. Megan snorted.
“All this should’ve settled with time, but you’ve just fanned the flames, putting
Rose back in the spotlight. Do you think their words are all that’s been said.
Do you think they’re the only ones mocking her? With the help of the Internet, do
you have any idea of the nastier things being said about Rose.
“If you hadn’t been so foolish and let things escalate, none of this would’ve
happened. What right do you have to be angry, Morrison? All of this is on you.
Ask yourself, how did Rose end up pregnant? Do you realize why someone as
proud as her resorted to marrying you through these means.
“Do you understand at all? Why do you keep hurting her like this? How many
times can Rose’s heart break before it’s too much?”
Megan’s voice was filled with emotion, her grip on her walking stick trembling
with force.
Morrison’s stern face twisted with conflicting emotions. He knew the rumors that
had surrounded their marriage.
Using a child to marry him… Yet, that was how their marriage began, it wasn’t
alie.
He blamed her for the consequences of her actions, but he hadn’t anticipated
the fallout to be so extensive.
Not just those women, but others, even across the internet were criticizing her.
“Emotional abuse…
“A child doomed to grow up without a father’s love..”
“The other woman rising to the top…”
“Everyone knows that Mrs. Witt is just a running joke in this town, right?”
“If it were me, I’d get rid of the baby without a second thought and skip town..”
Morrison’s nerves jangled like snapped guitar strings, his head pounding with a
throbbing pain.
“lf you keep on with this foolish charade, you might as well just divorce Rose
and be done with it. Let her go, for heaven’s sake, and the kid too—stop ruining
their lives.” Megan’s voice quivered with a weepy tremble.
Watching Rose endure in silence from the day they married, her heart raced
with worry and fear. She was anxious for Morrison to truly understand his
feelings and treat Rose better. And she also feared the day Rose would lose all
hope and give up on Morrison completely.
“Granny, I married Morrison because I love him. The baby is my only link to him,
so I’m aware of what I’m facing ahead. This is my one shot in life, and nothing
precious comes easy. I’ll work hard to make Morrison fall in love with me, no
matter what the pain or cost. I have to try, right? What if it works?”
“And what if it doesn’t?”
“Granny, I really do love him. I can bear a regrettable outcome, but what scares
me is the thought of someone else not loving Morrison like I do.
What if they don’t take good care of him? What then?”
Before the wedding, she had a heart-to-heart with Rose, and these were the
words Rose had said to her.
She asked Rose what she would do if things didn’t turn out well. Yet Rose was
still worried about Morrison. If that was not love, what was.
On her deathbed, her only regret would probably be this concern: that no one
would take care of her beloved grandson as she had.
Such a girl, and what did Morrison ever do to deserve her? In the end, she’s
hurt by him like this.
Morrison remained silent, and after a long while, he stood up and strode toward
the center of the banquet hall.
His aura was fierce, making people instinctively steer clear of his path.
Molly, fearing he’d do something irreversible, quickly followed him. “Where are
you going!?”
Morrison kept walking, not saying a word. Molly furrowed her brow, hurriedly
stepping in front of him, blocking his way as onlookers cast curious glances in
their direction.
Molly towered her voice, “Morrison, mind the occasion. Don’t do anything rash.
You made such a big deal of this party, and look how many people you’ve drawn
here. Do you want to become an even bigger laughing stock?”
Morrison glanced at her coldly and brushed past, “I’ll be back soon.”
Molly, clutching the hem of her dress, turned and watched Morrison walk away.
“Morrison!”
He didn’t respond, just moved through the crowd that parted for him and left the
building.
For about ten seconds, the grand hall fell silent. Then, a murmuring hubbub
broke out.
“What’s going on?”
“Did something happen?”
“He looks really angry.”
“I don’t know.”
Megan slowly approached from behind, looking at Molly’s worried face, and said
in a grave tone”
“Just let him go. I want to see what foolish thing he’s about to do. If he still can’t
see what’s important and doesn’t know how to make amends or hold on, then
it’s his fate. If that’s the case, it might be a release for Rose.”
Molly’s brows knitted together, her expression sorrowful. “But…”
Megan just shook her head in resignation and walked away.
Molly pressed her lips together.
A release? What really counted as being released.
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