‘Hit and Run’ Billionaire Trapped In Pregnancy

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After playing the video closely, Rosemary realized that it was a pornography video from an unknown destination!

Since she wasn't attached with watching such deplorable videos, she was about to flout it, however, seeing a familiar character from a frontal view scooped her eyes back. Wasn't that her husband; Mark Spencer?

Withal, Wasn't that the coat she had ironed a day before his business trip?

Unable to control her scattering emotions, she grabbed her lips, stupefied and lamented. Meanwhile, her chest heaved with her heartbeat accelerating. Before she could turn to her snoring husband, she noticed the familiar profile picture of the sender.

Isn't that Cynthia? After zooming it, tears rolled down her frozen cheeks. Inarguably, the demon–like woman was back!

It wasn't a dream! Instantly, jealousy won.

Suddenly grabbing the bedcovers tightly under her shaking fingers, she let grief slam through her heart. So, it wasn't just a typical business trip?

Meanwhile, she tried to keep her breath under control and squeezed away to avoid the intimate contact between their nudity.

After a few minutes of contemplation, she caressed her slender fingers on her overly sensitive stomach and sighed.

Her unborn baby was the only hope.

Mark Spencer had just returned home the previous evening after what he called, “A wonderful business trip!”

No wonder, he kept applauding the triumph of his business trips. So, these were the memories he deeply cherished behind her back!

As usual, he had acted intimately and pretended that nothing had strange had transpired. The thought of her making love almost the entire night nearly knocked her down.

Instantly, Mark's calling alarm brought her back from another realm of imagination. So, he had cheated on her regardless of being pregnant with his child?

Meanwhile, Mark heeded to his alarm, rose from the bed and gently plugged a kiss on her cheek. With that, he straightened his slender body to attain the elegant figure that had lured her into his love. That three years down the line.

Thenceforth, her skin curled with a strange sensation. Instead, she shut her phone's screen, placed it beneath her pillow, and forced a bitter smile.

Wrapping herself tightly under the bedsheets, she sensed his steps walking back towards the bed, and faked her sleep.

Suddenly uncovering her face, tauntingly, he asked, “You are up already, honey? I'll make breakfast before you take your shower.”

To eliminate him from her sight, she composed herself, saying, “Okay.”

Sluggishly, she hesitated until he disappeared to the kitchen before forcing her jelly–like legs out of the bed.

In the bathroom, she allowed cold water to wash her sorrows away; however, that wasn't enough. When she joined her husband for the breakfast, she kept playing with her spoon.

As she was about to split out the conversation about her pregnancy, he interrupted her thoughts, saying, “I have something to share with you, honey.”

Meanwhile, the two tense creatures fell into a strange silence. Rosemary smiled bitterly thinking he was going to confess about his nasty video.

Trying to keep her wet eyes on his, she said bluntly, “Go on, sweet–”

His face instantly darkening, he enunciated, “I am sorry about what I'm about to say–”

Upon hearing that, Rosemary's chest heaved. With a positive anticipation, she forced a smile and added, “You are forgiven. Now say what's popping up from that little brains–”

“We're getting divorced today. I have sent my lawyer to organize for the divorce papers. You can go through the agreement terms, and if you encounter any difficulty, please let me–”

Upon hearing his words, Rosemary froze. Her mind suddenly swirling, she grabbed the table edge to keep herself under control. She even nearly forgot to inhale.

Everything went blank!

Her lips shaking to rhyme with her fingers, she dropped her spoon and wide-eyed at the comfortably composed man facing her.

She couldn't believe how calm he was regardless of the terrifying news. With that, her mind muddled instantly. Just the previous night they were sharing the most intimate thing on earth, and now, he asked for a divorce out of nowhere!

Meanwhile, she caressed her stomach and sighed. Her lips twitching, she proposed, “A divorce? What if we–”

“We have no other option! Since my Cynthia is back from abroad, then this marks the end of our marriage! I'm not renewing our marriage,“ he declared, emphasizing each phrase.

His decision seemed like final!

Running out of options, Rosemary shut her mouth and pushed her plate away.

Since their three–years contractual marriage, the two had lived a heavenly life that made her think that Mark was her soulmate.

Realizing her tenseness, Mark smiled and asked, “Do you experience any difficulty about our divorce?”

Trying to attain a calm and professional composure, Rosemary forced another bittersweet grin and said, “If that will make you happy, I have no objection.”

Meanwhile, she reached the margin of her skirt and clutched it tightly. With her fingers tightening up, her lion–like nails virtually pierced through the lace.

Haunted by the fresh reflections of the video, she clenched her knuckles into a firm fists and then clutched her teeth.

If he was willing to divorce her, what about his child?

Nevertheless, Mark stood, followed the edge of the table and patted her shoulders, whispering, “Well… It will be pleasure if you update your grandmother about our divorce. I'm sure you will look for an appropriate excuse and keep her safe, right?”

Despite the burning situation, Rosemary nodded, “Alright.”

Certainly, If Mark brought the matter about the divorce to her grandmother, she would deeply curse him. After seeing her obeying his words without protest, Mark curled his lips into a brief smile and chuckled awkwardly.

Where the hell did he get the energy to chuckle? Was he disregarding her over another woman yet carrying his child inside her womb? She couldn't tell whether he was acting or d*mn solemn!

Straightening from her, he chuckled again and added, “And make sure she believes that you're not content with this marriage. After this, I'm sure you'll find your perfect match, honey.”

Her throat trembling, Rosemary replied gently, “Okay, I'll let her know whatever you want. But, you can't divorce me over that b*tch–!”

“B*tch?! Did you say b*tch? Enough of your words, woman! What do you know about her? Do you even know why you are such a pathetic woman?”

Rosemary struggled to respond, but she couldn't. His temper hitting the roof, she curled herself around the table and obeyed.

Perhaps this was the only option to make him happy. Upon seeing that, Mark frowned and snapped his tongue. Perhaps this was the only way to make him feel free from fatherly responsibilities…

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Rosemary pouted, lowered her face and smiled awkwardly. Things were not the same anymore. What else could she do, rather than signing the divorce agreements and calling to an end the only thing she ever worked hard for?

She wasn't lucky, neither would she be. After all, it was her fault that she blindly permitted him to marry her regardless of having an affair with another woman–Cynthia.

Perhaps it was his nature to change women like clothes! Maybe Cynthia was his soulmate, not a wasted, old-fashioned woman carrying a child inside her womb like her!

Rosemary was a casual girl from a humble background–her parents being victims of causality from a road accident leaving her orphan at a young age.

After orphaned for twelve years, Rosemary was drawn in by her Aunt, who was the only close relative available.

Unfortunately, the woman was a junkie and involved herself with illegal activities such as gambling, prostitution and drug trafficking.