The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1834

Chapter 1834

“But every villain meets their match, right? Everyone knows Morrison's heart belonged to Mona. So what if she's pregnant? Morrison still doesn't give her the time of day. She thought she was so smart and proud. Look at her now, trying to get the man with a baby. She got what she wanted, but at what cost? She's made her own bed, but it's the kid I feel sorry for. That child doomed to grow up without a father's love."

“Pfft. Now that you mention it. Hey, why hasn't Mona shown up yet?"

“What? Is Mona coming?"

“Yeah, she's in R City. Just got back recently. She was in a car crash and ended up in the same hospital as Morrison, right over his birthday. How could she not show up?"

"True. She's probably just running late."

Meanwhile, Mona was just about to leave her rented flat when a stranger blocked her path. "Excuse me, are you Ms. Mona?"

She was startled, eyeing him warily. "Who... who are you?"

“It seems I've found the right person.” The man tipped his hat in a gentlemanly gesture, "Please come with me."

Mona took a step back, “Who are you, and why would I go anywhere with you?"

He looked sharp in his suit, not much older than her, and not the sort to mean her harm. His demeanor was polite, but no matter what, she wouldn't just wander off with a stranger.

The young man looked surprised, "Aren't you here for Mr. Witt's birthday party?"

Mona paused, "You are...?"

"lL was sent to deliver a gown to you and escort you to the stylist. Didn't you get the message?"

After a few seconds, her eyes lit up with realization, "Did Morrison send you?"

The man didn't respond, just offered a slight smile and stepped aside to let her pass, "Please, Ms. Mona. The car's this way."

Mona smiled back and let her guard down, heading towards the vehicle. She couldn't think of anyone but Morrison who would go to such lengths.

At Morrison's birthday party, a group of women continued gossiping.

“Just think about it, Rose's psychological resilience is impressive. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to endure being subjected to emotional abuse from my husband while pregnant and still refusing to divorce."

“It was obvious back in school that Morrison couldn't stand her. But she always made sure to flaunt herself in front of him. Once Morrison got a girlfriend, it became clear she was trying to weasel her way into his life, aiming to be the other woman."

“Now she's succeeded, hasn't she? She's the acknowledged Mrs. Witt"

“Please, ask anyone here, who cares about her title? Everyone knows she is just a joke."

"If it were me, I'd have the baby aborted and be out of here in a heartbeat. I couldn't stand the shame."

In the dim corridor, Morrison stood rigid, his expression darker and more foreboding than ever.

He moved forward, his tall figure emerging from the shadows into the bright light of the banquet hall.

The women spotted him and rose to greet him with smiles.

“Morrison, happy birthday!"

“Happy birthday!"

"Get out."

The women's smiles froze, their carefully made-up faces suddenly grotesque.

“Morrison, what... what did you say?"

“Yeah, did you forget us? We're your classmates, and we used to be friends with..."

Morrison's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his aura of menace crashing down upon them. “Rose is my wife. Whatever you think of her, it's not your place to gossip or judge. This is the last time I'll say it: leave now!"

His roar sent the women scrambling, their demeanour crumbling as they ran out, tears streaking their makeup.

The security guards at the door, alerted by the commotion, arrived swiftly.

“What... what happened?"

“Throw them out!" Morrison ordered, his anger unmasked.

The women scurried away, humiliated and crying, while the guards hesitated before following them out.

Megan and Molly stood by Morrison, watching his fury. Megan snorted.

“All this should've settled with time, but you've just fanned the flames, putting Rose back in the spotlight. Do you think their words are all that's been said.

Do you think they're the only ones mocking her? With the help of the Internet, do you have any idea of the nastier things being said about Rose.

"If you hadn't been so foolish and let things escalate, none of this would've happened. What right do you have to be angry, Morrison? All of this is on you. Ask yourself, how did Rose end up pregnant? Do you realize why someone as proud as her resorted to marrying you through these means.

“Do you understand at all? Why do you keep hurting her like this? How many times can Rose's heart break before it's too much?"

Megan's voice was filled with emotion, her grip on her walking stick trembling with force.

Morrison's stern face twisted with conflicting emotions. He knew the rumors that had surrounded their marriage.

Using a child to marry him... Yet, that was how their marriage began, it wasn't alie.

He blamed her for the consequences of her actions, but he hadn't anticipated the fallout to be so extensive.

Not just those women, but others, even across the internet were criticizing her.

“Emotional abuse...

“A child doomed to grow up without a father's love.."

“The other woman rising to the top..."

“Everyone knows that Mrs. Witt is just a running joke in this town, right?"

"If it were me, I'd get rid of the baby without a second thought and skip town.."

Morrison's nerves jangled like snapped guitar strings, his head pounding with a throbbing pain.

“lf you keep on with this foolish charade, you might as well just divorce Rose and be done with it. Let her go, for heaven's sake, and the kid too—stop ruining their lives." Megan's voice quivered with a weepy tremble.