Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 940

Sydney threw off the covers, got out of bed, and started putting on her clothes.

"Sweetheart, where are you going?" Geoffrey asked.

"I don't have time to waste with you. Geoffrey, if it weren't for your threats, I would never have let you touch me. You know perfectly well how disgusting the things you've done are. You haven't shed a single drop of blood yourself, but you manage to make everyone suffer while you sit back and reap the benefits. Truly devious. To you, Sebastian is nothing more than a tool. You've never seen him as your son!"

After getting dressed, Sydney picked up her bag, ready to leave.

"Sydney," Geoffrey said heavily. "Sebastian is our son, and that's an unchangeable fact. I love you, too. I've already compromised this much—even if you don't divorce Wesley, it's fine. Just spend some time with me, that's all I ask. What more do you want?"

Sydney turned back around, her face full of rage.

"Geoffrey, I'll tell you what I want. I will free myself from you—just wait and see! I refuse to believe there isn't someone out there who can bring you down."

With a loud bang, Sydney slammed the door shut and stormed out.

Geoffrey let out a cold laugh, his gaze gradually turning vicious. He grabbed a pillow and violently threw it onto the floor.

"Sydney, you think you can escape from me? Impossible! I get whatever I want, and anything I want to win back, I will—even if I have to destroy it!"

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The dark night cast a bleak scene over the deserted landscape.

The river flowed quietly, like a mirror reflecting the desolate, silent sky. Abandoned containers and warehouses, eroded by time, stood along the riverbank.