Chasing My Pregnant Wife

“Come to my office at noon,” said Theodore as he straightened his tie.

“Are we going to sign the divorce papers?” Rosalie asked directly.

She hoped to sign the papers and get the divorce over with, sparing herself the unnecessary sadness of dragging it out.

Theodore frowned at his wife’s anxious demeanor. “You’ll find out when you get there.”

With that, he left the room. There was a sense of unspoken anger in his movements.

Rosalie was doubtful, but she waited till noon. Unsure if she should go before or after lunch, she called Theodore.

When the call connected, Rosalie immediately asked, “It’s noon.

Should I come to your office now?”

“Yeah. Come over,” Theodore replied. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Have you eaten?” Rosalie asked out of habit.

“Not yet.”

“How about I pack a lunchbox for you and bring it over?”

She knew Theodore often got too busy to have lunch, or simply grabbed something quick. Sometimes, he even just had a cup of coffee instead of a proper meal. That’s why she occasionally

made lunch for him herself. She didn’t mind the trouble or the effort, just wanting to ensure her husband ate nutritious meals.

As she planned to sign the divorce papers today, she wanted to make him one last lunch. It would perhaps be her final chance to do something for him.

Buse Theodore declined. “Your presence is enough. You don’t

madd so bring lunch.

Rotate a heart felt empty, but upon reflection, there was no reason to

Road that way. They were getting divorced anyway, so why bother

ing hem lunch?

Well then Rosalie started to say

at, Theodore interjected suddenly. “Actually, bring the lunchbox. Bring two, and don’t include any spices.”

“Two??

“Yes, I’m a bit busy. We’ll talk more when you’re here.”

“Okay”

As Rosalie headed to the kitchen, she wondered why Theodore had

asked for two lunchboxes. Did he want to have lunch with her?

Knowing that Theodore didn’t like spicy food, Rosaline never included spices in the food she made for him. She herself loved spicy food, but because Theodore didn’t, she also refrained from using spices in her own food, causing Theodore to assume that she also disliked spicy food.

This time, she made two lunchboxes – both contained the same food, but one was spicy, and the other wasn’t.

Upon arriving at the company, Rosalie easily made her way to the CEO’s office. The office door was open, so she walked right in with two insulated containers in her hands.

When she saw the scene before her, she froze. A man and a woman were sitting on the sofa while the man attentively poured water for the woman.

Theodore looked up at Rosalie. “You’re here.”

Rosalie stood rooted in place.

Why was Cynthia here? Rosalie thought she was coming to sign the divorce papers and maybe have one last meal with her soon–to–be ex- husband. Did Cynthia need to be present to witness the signing?

Theodore stood up, approached Rosalie, and took the lunchboxes from her hands.

“Thank you for bringing lunch. I told Cindy that you’re good at

cooking, so she’s been wanting to try your food. She finally gets the chance today.”

Rosalie felt like she had been struck by lightning. He asked her to bring lunch for him and Cynthia?!

She recalled that Theodore had initially declined her offer over the phone, but then changed his mind quickly after. Thinking about it now, Cynthia must have been with him all along. She must have said she wanted to try Rosalie’s cooking, which was why Theodore suddenly changed his mind.

What had Rosalie become now? Cynthia’s cook? Theodore hadn’t even bothered asking if she wanted to cook for Cynthia!

A wave of deep humiliation washed over Rosalie.