Chapter 5

Yuvan straightened up and said, "There are typos in the documents. I need to take them back for corrections, sorry."

Rosalie fell silent. Typos?

For a moment, she had thought things would turn around for her. Hah... she was still clinging to ridiculous fantasies.

After Yuvan left, Rosalie returned to her room. She didn't know how she had endured this day. She had eaten lunch and dinner properly. She hadn't experienced severe morning sickness yet, but perhaps due to excessive sadness or overeating, she vomited particularly violently that night.

She cried while vomiting. In the end, she curled up on the floor as she trembled violently.

It was almost midnight. In the past, if Theodore had something to do and couldn't return home by ten o'clock, he would always call her to let her know where he was. It looked like he wouldn't be doing it anymore.

Suddenly, a ringtone echoed through the room.

As the ringtone echoed louder and clearer, Rosalie’s ears perked up. She scrambled up from the floor and dashed out of the bathroom, grabbing her phone from the bed.

She checked the caller ID to see it read: [Theo Honey].

A bright smile instantly came to her face. Wiping her tears, she took a deep breath and cleared her throat before answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"Why didn't you reply to my message today?"

Theodore sounded somewhat gloomy, like he was interrogating her. Rosalie hadn't expected him to ask that.

"Yuvan had already arrived, so I didn't reply. I didn't think it was necessary," she replied softly.

"Is that so?" The man's voice was calm yet oppressive. "It's gotten to the point where you don't think it's necessary to reply to my messages anymore? It's no wonder you laughed so happily when you were about to sign the papers today."

Rosalie clenched her fists, her palms sweating. Yuvan must have told him.

"I..." she stuttered.

Before she could respond, he asked, "Are you happy that we're getting a divorce?"

Rosalie fell silent, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" he asked again.

Although his voice sounded calm, Rosalie felt a compelling force behind it.

"I... I was just happy that you gave me so much. I didn't expect you to be so generous," Rosalie blurted out, grasping for any reason.

Theodore suddenly fell silent.

After a while, he finally said, "You've been with me for a year and gave me everything you had. I couldn't shortchange you."

Rosalie raised her hand to cover her mouth, desperately trying to keep her tears from spilling over.

"Thank you. Yuvan said there were some typos in the papers today, so I haven't signed them yet," she said.

Fearing Theodore would be displeased at this, she quickly added, "Don't worry. As soon as the documents are fixed, I'll sign them immediately."

She was afraid he would think she was deliberately dragging things out.

"I know. The divorce papers need some further adjustments. There are some procedural issues with the properties involved, so it might take a few more days. But those properties will still be yours. Once everything is sorted out, you won't have any further trouble with them,” Theodore replied.

Rosalie felt stifled. They had known each other for over a decade, and he thought she only cared about money?!

"Tell me if you want anything else," Theodore said. "Apart from these material things, I can't offer you anything else."

If Rosalie clenched her hands any tighter, her nails would pierce her palms.

Couldn't he give her a complete family? Rosalie wished she could ask that of him. Sometimes, his kindness made her believe he cared about her.

As she caressed her stomach, a surge of courage came over her. Were the typos in the divorce papers today a sign? Even if he didn't want her, she wanted him to know about this child's existence.

"Where are you now?" Rosalie asked.

"Do you need something?" Theodore countered, avoiding a direct answer.

"Theo, I'm-"

Before Rosalie could finish, she heard a woman's voice coming from Theodore's side of the call.

"Theo, I've filled the bathtub with warm water. Come and take a bath."

The soft and pleasant voice was terribly ill-timed.