Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 783

The next day…

Sydney called Wesley, and said coldly, "Don't forget to meet me in front of the clerk's office today. I'll be waiting for you. If you don't show up, I'll file a lawsuit against you. I have evidence of your past infidelities."

Less than an hour after hanging up the phone, the two met in front of the clerk's office.

Wesley hurried over. "Sydney, what's going on? You have to give me a reason."

"What other reason could there be? I don't want to be with you anymore."

"But you have plenty of freedom. We don't even live together; we just see each other occasionally."

"Well, I don't want that either," Sydney replied coldly. "I don't want to see your face again. I want a divorce and to cut all ties."

"If I don't agree to the divorce, you really want to take me to court?"

"Absolutely. I will take you to court. I won't accept any more of your threats."

Wesley clenched his fists, anguish washing over him, his eyes red and on the verge of tears.

Sydney suddenly found it hard to look Wesley in the eye.

To be fair, ever since Wesley came back, he had been compliant, never arguing or fighting back. He would go along with whatever she wanted.

Even if she ignored him for months, he wouldn't bother her.

He was so careful; just a smile from her could make his day.

Sometimes she thought maybe she should just forgive him. He genuinely seemed remorseful and promised it wouldn't happen again.

But more often, Sydney struggled to face the pain from their past. Ten years of hurt—who could bear that?

How many ten-year spans do one get in life?

Geoffrey's hurt had only lasted two years, but Wesley had caused her a decade of pain. She couldn't accept it.

"Wesley, I've changed long ago. I'm not the same Sydney I used to be."

"I don't care what you've become. Sydney, I only know that you will always be the one I love."

"Is that so?" Sydney scoffed. "Then let me ask you—have you been with other women?"

"No," Wesley replied firmly. "Since I came back to you, you're the only one."

"Such a pity." Sydney smiled faintly. "I've slept with other men. I'm not like you, waiting around for a little bit of pity. When I want something, I go after it. I'm different from you."

In reality, Sydney hadn't been with anyone else. Even though her relationship with Wesley was strained, whenever she had needs, she would still contact him. She hadn't been fooling around. It was only this time that Geoffrey had forced himself on her.

She lied to Wesley because she wanted him to feel disappointed enough to agree to the divorce; they had long been unsuitable for each other.

Wesley's eyes widened in shock, almost burning with anger. "No, I don't believe it. You're not that kind of person."

"I am that kind of person. Wesley, face reality—we're impossible together now. A divorce is for the best."

"Sydney." Wesley rushed toward her.