Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1122

In the author's mind, Angie was insignificant—nothing more than a minor nuisance. Readers with intelligence and discernment wouldn't lower themselves to her level.

Angie, however, was deeply lonely. It seemed she lacked approval in real life, which drove her to seek validation online. Her thirst for attention was insatiable, and she often acted like a drama queen.

However, Angie's attempts to stand out only revealed her limitations. Her vocabulary was meager, her mind barren, and her education lacking. As a result, she could only rely on the same tired arsenal of crude language to make her presence known. She paraded her filth in the hopes of earning recognition, forcing her thoughts on others. When ignored, she felt hollow, so she used her stench, metaphorical and otherwise, to demand attention.

Perhaps the more Angie stirred up trouble, the more the author found amusement in her antics. After all, Angie had devoted an astonishing amount of time to obsessing over the author. Imagining Angie's furious expressions was, in its own way, entertaining.

Aurora secretly held Angie in contempt.

Despite her repulsive behavior, Angie had only one object of love—Theodore, the male lead. Angie harbored grandiose dreams of being with him. Even if she could only be one among many women in his life, she believed she would be satisfied.

To Angie, men were like emperors, entitled to all the riches in the world. Such arrangements were perfectly acceptable in her eyes. But for women, she maintained, the rules were different. A woman so much as embracing another man was a sign of debauchery.

She believed Theodore, as the male lead, could show kindness to a supporting female character—or even sleep with her. Such actions, Angie thought, were forgivable and tragic. But a female lead showing even basic kindness to a supporting male character was a scandal. In Angie's world, such women were immoral, unworthy, and repugnant.

A man could be a scoundrel, cheat on his wife, and still be excused. If his wife dared to divorce him and get together with another man, society would condemn her as disloyal. Angie fully endorsed this double standard, believing women should never leave their husbands and should always reconcile.

It was clear Angie's adoration for scoundrels was deeply ingrained in her nature.

Yet, Angie only applied her skewed standards of morality to criticize other women. She never followed them herself. With her unattractive appearance, venomous personality, and foul mouth, no decent man would ever spare her a second glance. Thus, she could only envy and vilify women who were better than her while secretly pining for the very scoundrels she claimed to despise.

Angie's life was a pitiful one. Unloved and unwanted, she craved a scoundrel to fill the void in her heart. But her repulsiveness drove even the worst men away. To mask her despair, she resorted to tearing down other women, pretending her bitterness was a virtue—a classic display of sour grapes.