Chapter 9
Nico’s father invited me to an academic seminar under his organization. That day, Nico and Rosalie were also there.
I didn’t intend to disturb them, quietly taking a drink and sitting in a corner.
After a while, I started feeling dizzy, and a waiter led me to a resting room. As I entered, I collided straight into a familiar embrace.
I was about to call out, “Nico, it’s me…”
But the rest of my words were swallowed up by his passionate kiss.
It seemed like he had been drinking too. We kissed, and soon both of us became
disoriented, lost in the haze, until late into the night…
Later, I panicked and fled the scene, but a month later, I found out I was pregnant.
Then, Nico’s father discovered the evidence of our transgression. In the chaos, I accidentally miscarried.
For the sake of the Turner family’s reputation and his father’s teachings, Nico had no choice
but to marry me.
I thought I was lucky, but it turned out to be a nightmare.
I snapped back to reality in the hospital room, everything feeling like a dream.
I wiped away my tears and touched my flat stomach.
I’m sorry, baby. It was Mom’s fault. But from now on, I’ll live for myself.
Two weeks later, I was discharged and took a taxi back home.
Nico was there, holding Rosalie in the kitchen, making a cake together.
When I walked in, he didn’t even look up.
I silently entered the house, set my things down, and placed the divorce agreement in front
of him.
“Sign it.”
Nico looked up in surprise, seemingly not expecting me to actually follow through.
“You hit your head during the kidnapping? I suggest you think carefully. If you make things right with me now, I’ll make sure you live the rest of your life without worry.”
I replied calmly,
No need. You two enjoy yourselves.”
He raised an eyebrow, glanced at the agreement, and decisively signed it.
When I saw the signed paper, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, I won’t hesitate this time. I need to carve a path for myself.
Rosalie looked momentarily stunned but then covered her mouth and laughed.
“Ms. Evelynn, you really played the retreat–to–advance game well. You almost convinced
me.”
She still thinks I’m pretending.
After he signed, I had no intention of indulging her.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you the one who should be happiest about the divorce? After all these years, Nico should finally give you a title.”
Nico’s expression immediately brightened. He grabbed Rosalie’s hand and began fantasizing about the future.
“Rosalie, now that I’m divorced, does that mean I’m finally qualified to marry you?”
Rosalie’s face froze for a second, but she quickly gave a shy smile.
“What are you doing? You’re making me shy.”
The two of them tangled together, completely ignoring my presence.
It was truly disgusting.
Once I thought it was enough, I shoved my phone in front of them, turned the volume up to the max, and played a video I had found a few days ago.
“Here, why don’t you both take a look at this video?”
In the video, Rosalie was in a bathroom with a strange man, the two of them entangled, breathing heavily.
