Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 51

"Theowy, I like you. I have always liked you. Ever since we met in middle school, I swore that I would marry no one but you."

It was Cindy's voice.

"Cindy, I am already married." Theo's voice slurred and sounded like he was drunk.

"Then I'll wait for you to get a divorce. Anyway, Dad and Mom entrusted me to you, and you'll be my pillar o f support for the rest of my life. Moreover, you said that you don't love her and like me. After you get a divorce, I'll marry you and carry sons for you."

"Cindy..."

"Theowy..."

My heart was in so much pain that I couldn't breathe. I wanted to cover my ears with my hands to prevent myself from hearing those sounds, but my hands were tied so tightly that I couldn't move.

I shook my head frantically, trying to get rid of the sounds, but they always echoed in my ears and I couldn't shake them away.

Who on earth wanted me to hear all this and torture m e like this?

I couldn't hold it in anymore and started vomiting like a fountain. In the end, I even vomited bile, but still, I couldn't stop retching.

I had always known about Theo and Cindy's relationship, and I could imagine what they would do when they were together. However, I never thought that I would personally hear them making love.

This was worse than having me killed.

After a long time, the sounds finally stopped. My body seemed to be drained of all its energy. I collapsed onto the chair.

The pain in my heart started to cause it to crack. My heart seemed to shatter into a million pieces, and it was as painful as tens of millions of ants biting me.

"Mrs. Lane, how is it? This scene doesn't sound too bad, does it?" The businessman who had been standing at the side asked.

How did he know that I was pregnant?

He seemed to be very satisfied with my surprise and continued to smile. "I know that Mrs. Lane doesn't want President Grant to know about this. I will keep m y mouth shut on the secret, provided that you listen to my suggestion."

"What exactly is your motive?" I couldn't help but snarl. The child was my last straw.

"I have good intentions. Instead of choosing for yourself, why don't you organize a program and let the crowd choose their preferred ambassador? This way, not only will you have a proper gimmick, but you can also find an ambassador whom the majority likes. Why not?”

"This is it?" After the fuss, all he did was give a pretty good suggestion.

He spread his hands, looking like that was all he had.

"How can I trust you?" I looked up at him. This man had a face that incited distrust in people.