Joseph took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding to Chloe's question. His gaze remained fixed on her, his dark eyes reflecting a mix of seriousness and determination. "Do you want to hear the truth?"
Chloe braced herself, already anticipating his response. Despite her worry, she was determined to know his honest thoughts.
"Yes, I do," she affirmed, her voice unwavering. "I want to hear what you truly think."
"Considering Xavia's current physical condition and the fact that she’s already six months pregnant, it’s impossible for her to undergo an abortion. If the child is indeed mine, I can’t turn my back on them. I come from a background where my parents did not shield me from hardships. I faced many struggles growing up. I don’t want my child to experience the same loneliness and neglect. I want to be a responsible father. Do you understand me, Chloe?"
Chloe's frustration grew, feeling a sense of suffocation from Joseph's response. "You claim to want to be responsible, but what about our children? How will they feel about this?"
"If we don't reveal the truth to the child, they’ll never know."
"Joseph Whitman!" Chloe's anger boiled over, unable to contain her emotions any longer. "Our children haven’t even been born yet, and you're already planning to deceive them?!"
Her disappointment was palpable. Joseph's cunning approach was directed at his own family.
Joseph rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Are you on your period? Why are you so irritable?" He missed the days when she was gentle and affectionate, always by his side, cooking for him, and eagerly seeking to please him like the dumbo she once was.
"Fine, I'm irritable! Happy now?" Chloe hung up the phone in anger. While she understood his reasoning, it was still immensely frustrating from her point of view.
That night, Chloe found no solace in sleep as she tossed and turned, plagued by a troubling nightmare. In her dream, Joseph and Xavia lay on a bed together, their slumber undisturbed, while a baby rested peacefully between them. The scene projected an image of perfect harmony and contentment.
But then, in an eerie twist, Xavia's eyes flickered open. An unsettling smile appeared on her face as she approached Chloe. "You see? Joe is mine. The coveted position of the matriarch of the Whitman family belongs to me. You, on the other hand, are nothing more than a failure who can't hold onto a man. Begone."
"No, that's not true..." Chloe desperately tried to wake up the sleeping Joseph, but he remained unresponsive.
"Shut up. Don't you dare disturb Joe's sleep!" Xavia's expression twisted, and she lashed out at Chloe.
Chloe’s intense hatred toward Xavia drove her to engage Xavia in a fight. However, her pregnancy hindered her, and she found herself forced backward, teetering dangerously close to the edge of the staircase.
Xavia's sinister and terrifying grin sent chills down Chloe's spine before she pushed her down the stairs. The sudden sensation of falling jolted Chloe from her haunting dream. She found herself lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling.
She struggled to regain her composure. Gasping for breath, she realized that the sky outside had already brightened. After getting a grip on herself, she got out of bed and freshened up. She had an important meeting with Noah at his company today.
She flagged down a cab and provided the cabbie with the address Noah had sent her.
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