Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After unlocking the box with trembling hands, Rosalie opened the cover and found many documents of various colors inside.

She flipped through the documents, but couldn’t find their resident

register.

There were other documents inside. Grandma and Grandpa’s wedding certificate looked so old, its colors were faded. The photo on the certificate was even black and white.

Grandma and Grandpa looked to be very young. Grandpa looked suave and handsome, while Grandma looked beautiful. smiling so happily, and looked clearly in love with each other.

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The Spencers were blessed with excellent genes.

Unfortunately, with the cruel passage of time, Grandpa had bidden the world goodbye, leaving Grandma all alone. Beautiful memories could only be stored in this box, which was probably why Grandma kept it locked.

Rosalie knew she and Theodore wouldn’t even have the chance to

create beautiful memories between them.

One year of marriage was too short. Even the memories created

during that short period of time felt painful.

Rosalie snapped back to reality, and continued looking for her

resident register. However, she couldn’t find it.

Rebecca didn’t put their resident register in this box.

Where could they be?

She couldn’t find their resident register anywhere else in Rebecca’s

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room. Could they be in Zane’s room instead?

Rosalie was starting to panic. As it turned out, the plans she had put in place over the entire day had fallen through!

She couldn’t file for a divorce from Theodore after all.

Left with no other choice, she put all the documents back into the box and lock it up again. She returned to Rebecca’s room, and put the box where she found it.

In the deep of the night, she snuck into Zane’s workroom and put the key back where she first found it.

By the time Rosalie returned to her room, her forehead was covered

with sweat.

Theodore, unlike her, was having the time of his life with Cynthia and left her to do all the dirty work. He was clearly the one who asked for a divorce, but she was the one who ended up doing everything.

He was too much! What right did he have to be having a good time

with Cynthia?

What’s more, they were now unable to file for a divorce tomorrow. He was technically having an affair!

The more Rosalie thought about it, the angrier she felt.

She pulled her phone out, and dialed Theodore’s phone number.

He picked up the call after over ten seconds. “Hello?”

“Theodore, where are you right now?” Rosalie asked, a slight tremor in

her voice.

“Theodore, who is calling you at such a late hour?” Cynthia’s hoarse voice sounded from the other end of the line.

Rosalie’s brain buzzed. He really went to Cynthia’s–he wasn’t lying to

her!

Theodore said tenderly, “Cynthia, go back to sleep. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

With that, his voice turned cold as he turned his attention back to Rosalie. “What’s the matter?”

“Did you really go to Cynthia’s? You must be having a great time! Did she help you solve your problem?” Rosalie said sarcastically, her voice shaking.

“If there’s nothing more, I’m hanging up. I need to rest,” Theodore said, sounding annoyed.

“Fine, go back to sleep with your darling Cynthia in your arms! Oh, yes. Just to let you know, I stole Grandma’s box and opened it with the key, but I couldn’t find our resident register. What a pity! We won’t be able to file for a divorce for the time being. Please tell Cynthia to continue waiting.”

With that, Rosalie hung up in a fit of anger.

She jumped into bed, gripping the sheets tightly as tears wet her pillow.

She kept cursing herself in her mind. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

‘Rosalie Young, you useless loser! Why did you call him? Why did you have to humiliate yourself again?

‘Didn’t he already tell you that he was going to look for Cynthia? Since when has he ever lied about such things? Why bother going through that humiliation again?

‘Baby, I’m so sorry. Is Mommy useless? I can’t even make Daddy stay.

I’m sorry. Mommy will stop crying. Don’t you worry, Mommy will become stronger and not be sad over that pig.”