“Theodore, I’m scared.” Rosalie rubbed her temples and fell into Theodore’s arms.
Then, Theodore threw me on the floor, and my belly hit the corner of the table. An excruciating pain hit me, and I clutched my
belly with my hands as warm liquid gushed out between my legs.
The dumbfounded doctor yelled, “Oh no, she’s having a miscarriage! We must operate on her immediately.‘
However, Theodore remained unresponsive. All he did was caress Rosalie’s stomach.
“Why argue with a madwoman? What if your pregnancy is affected and it harms our son?”
I was also carrying his baby, but he would not glance at mine. Instead, he treasured the one Rosalie was carrying.
Even if it was my second chance at life, I still could not help feeling saddened.
Theodore pointed to my nose and roared, “Celeste, stop fucking pretending! Get on your knees and apologize to Rosalie. If you
don’t apologize, I’ll divorce you and throw you out. You won’t get anything when that happens.”
I finally gave up. Even if my belly still hurt, the pain was not as intense as the one my heart was suffering from. I turned ghastly pale, smiled sadly, and slapped Theodore across the face with the last of my strength.
“Let’s get a divorce.” I fainted again after saying that…
A month later, I was discharged and back at Lambert Residence. Theodore was cooking in the kitchen while he hugged Rosalie
from behind.
I threw the divorce papers in his face. “Sign them. I’ll get divorced without a single penny.”
Theodore had frozen all my credit cards while I was in the hospital, so much so that I had to borrow money to get a cab. Besides,
rumors that I had an affair went viral online. However, it did not matter anymore. Money was just a tool. It was more important
to keep myself alive.
