Ditched the Cheater, Pregnant by Mr. Righ novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 You Want Me

Quinn wasn’t sure if her suspicions were right, but she was certain of one thing: Rosalie didn’t like her. She hated her.
But what could she do? She had been adopted by Rosalie’s parents. They had given her a second chance at life. That was a debt she could never repay. And Rosalie was their only child, once lost and now cherished like the most precious jewel. What complaints could Quinn possibly voice?
As a child, Quinn would have willingly given Rosalie everything she owned, even without being manipulated. She, too, had pitied the girl who had suffered so much. But Rosalie had taken everything from her by force. Quinn hadn’t understood it then, but she did now. It was too late.
She had wasted three years of her life on Chase.
Now, it was time for it to end.
“Let’s not talk about that,” she said, rising to her feet, the long dress swirling around her ankles. “Chase, let’s get a divorce.”
“In your dreams!”
Quinn looked at him, surprised. She had expected him to be relieved. Why was he reacting like this?
The words had escaped his lips before he could stop them. He paused, then a cold smirk spread across his face.
“You want a divorce, so we get a divorce? You think you’re the one who calls the shots here?”
Quinn didn’t want to argue about it. For her to have even spoken the word “divorce” meant she had thought it through countless times. It wasn’t one single incident, but an accumulation of a thousand humiliations that had finally given her the courage.
“Then what will it take for you to agree?” she asked.
A cruel smile touched his lips.
“You want a divorce? Fine. Give me a son, and I’ll sign the papers.”
Quinn froze, completely stunned. She never would have imagined he would say something so absurd.
“A… a son?”
“That’s right, a son!” Chase barked, seeming pleased with his own cleverness. “You do that, and I’ll agree to a divorce.”
The irony was suffocating.
“You don’t even touch me. Am I supposed to immaculately conceive?”
Chase laughed and argued, “See? Your true purpose is showing. This was never about a divorce. This is all just a ploy to get me into your bed!”
He raked his eyes over her, his expression full of disgust.
“I’m telling you, keep dreaming! You’re not even worth a fraction of Rosalie. She’s the only one for me. I will never touch you! So get that idea out of your head!”
Quinn closed her eyes. She had heard those humiliating words for three years. She thought she had become immune, but they still stung. Not because she held any hope for Chase, but because she was mourning the person she used to be, the woman who had let herself live like this for so long.
Her thick, curled lashes cast shadows on her cheeks. Chase realized he had been staring at her, lost in thought. The realization infuriated him. She is doing it again! Using her looks to manipulate me. So what if she is pretty? She is nothing compared to Rosalie. Yes, Rosalie is the most beautiful. I won‘t be swayed by this witch.
“Just behave yourself,” he snapped, turning to leave. “I’m busy enough at work without having to come home and deal with your pathetic little games! You’re so calculating!”
After he left, Quinn calmly opened her phone and messaged the shop where she had previously bought her supplies. After confirming her order, she got up to go pick it up.
On the way, she got a call from Lucy Blake.
Lucy was her college classmate and her best friend. Before Rosalie left, all of Quinn’s friends had been stolen away. After marrying Chase, Quinn had sunk into a deep depression, becoming so insecure that she was afraid to even talk to people. But Lucy was a bright, cheerful force of nature, a little sunbeam who had slowly broken through Quinn’s walls. After a few shared experiences, they had become inseparable.
“Quinn!” Lucy’s voice was infectious with happiness.
A small smile touched Quinn’s lips as she replied, “Lucy, what’s up? It’s rare for you to call.”
They usually texted.
“I missed you!” Lucy chirped. “What are you up to?”
“Just heading out to pick something up.”
“My internship is almost over! We have to go out for dinner to celebrate.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, Quinn, you sound a little off. Is everything okay?”
Quinn hesitated for a moment and decided to tell her the truth, “I’m… I’m planning to get a divorce.”
Lucy shrieked, “What? Why?”
She had seen Quinn’s husband once from a distance, who was tall and handsome. While she was sad her friend had gotten married so young, she had wanted to introduce Quinn to her brothers. She had wished her friend all the happiness in the world. And now Quinn was getting a divorce?
“Because…” Quinn explained and trusted Lucy completely. “He’s in love with someone else. We’ve been married for three years, and he’s never touched me.”
“Holy crap!” Lucy yelled into the phone. “Is he even a man? With a bombshell like you, how could he possibly control himself? Wait, hold on. It’s not… he’s not impotent, is he?”
Quinn blinked. She hadn’t considered that.
“Yes! That has to be it! He’s impotent!” Lucy declared with finality. “Otherwise, there’s no way he could keep his hands off you! Quinn, divorce him! I totally support you! A healthy sex life is one of the three pillars of a happy marriage!”
Lucy’s words pierced through the gloom that had settled over Quinn’s heart, and she let out a small laugh.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll divorce him.”
“I know an amazing lawyer!” Lucy said excitedly. “I’ll get you the best! We’ll make that impotent jerk leave with nothing!”
Quinn hadn’t even thought about that. She didn’t want anything from Chase.
Someone called Lucy’s name in the background.
“Quinn, I gotta go! We’ll talk more when we meet up! Bye!”
After hanging up, Quinn felt a little lighter.
The shop she was going to was a bespoke tailor shop run by an elderly couple. It was tucked away in an old alley, a hidden gem that had been there for decades. Quinn had stumbled upon it as a child, and the couple had partly inspired her to study fashion design.
The alley was too narrow for cars, so she parked a block away. Grabbing the sugar-free pastries she had bought for the old couple, she walked into the narrow lane. The air was cold, and the sky had turned a heavy gray, threatening snow. The alley was deserted, and the ancient banyan tree at its entrance was bare, its naked branches stark against the sky. It was a scene of perfect winter desolation.
Quinn pulled her coat tighter around her and looked up. A man was just stepping out of the tailor shop.