Dumped When Pregnant, Chased by Ex-Husband

Night fell quietly.

Clara Knox, feeling despondent, did not have a good dream and was tossing and turning in her sleep.

Sensing a hand on her waist, she deliberately moved a few inches toward the edge of the bed, only to be pulled back just as she was about to fall asleep.

Stubbornly, Clara Knox shifted away again, only to be forcibly dragged into his arms.

So it went, back and forth.

The man's desire for conquest was successfully ignited by her, and his hand no longer rested on her waist but grew more audacious.

Clara Knox fully awakened, grasping his lean, strong arm, trying to push him away, her voice trembling with tears,

"I really don't want to tonight."

Married for three years, obedience and gentleness were synonymous with her name. This was the first time she refused his demands.

Edward Harper turned a deaf ear to her words. He flipped over, peeled back her collar, and his domineering kisses trailed down her smooth shoulders.

Resistance was futile.

Clara Knox's eyes were hollow, her entire body numbly enduring his tyranny, tears surging forth as if a box had been opened.

Only in the darkness would she let her tears flow unrestrainedly.

…

A few hours earlier, Clara Knox had gone to a bar to deliver something to Edward Harper's sister and experienced a robbery on her way back.

Those two crooks showed no interest in her brand-name bag, her jewelry, or even her wallet, taking only her wedding ring, attempting to drag her into a dark area to assault her. It seemed more like a premeditated assault than a simple robbery.

Had it not been for a passing police officer, that night might have been the end of her.

When she, clutching her torn garments, tremblingly dialed Edward Harper's number while sitting on the curb, a charming female voice answered,

"Ashen is in the shower. What's your reason for calling him?"

The voice was sweet and lingering, more of an affirmation of ownership than an inquiry.

From the phone, the faint sound of water came through, like a thunderbolt on a clear day, leaving Clara Knox utterly speechless. She silently put away the phone and cried uncontrollably under the streetlight.

That voice was no stranger to Clara Knox. It belonged to Aria Knight, the person Edward Harper cherished. She had returned.

After ending the call, Aria Knight sent a provocatively simple message, accompanied by a picture,

["The one not loved is the third wheel."]

Upon enlarging the picture, it was an ultrasound report, showing a pregnancy of six weeks, with the gestational sac clearly visible.

Reflecting on Edward Harper's business trip to the U.S. a little over a month ago, the timing matched perfectly.

He must be eagerly expecting their baby.

So many things occupied Clara Knox's mind that she struggled to process it all.

The police officer who rescued her had asked a question that lingered in her mind,

"Those two were commissioned. We haven't interrogated who precisely instructed them yet. Did you offend someone?"

Clara Knox was shocked. Who could want to harm her? As a housewife who seldom ventured out, who could she have offended? After thinking it over, there was only one person who loathed her this much.

Clara Knox's mind wandered in distress,

her heart aching to the point of numbness.

Edward Harper's force increased, as if punishing her distraction.

"Aria's back in the country, and coincidentally, our agreement is nearing its end. Let's find a time to finalize the divorce."

Hearing those words from his own mouth made Clara Knox's heart jerk violently, causing a breathless pain.

She had anticipated that he might propose ending the relationship, but not under these circumstances.

Engaged in the most intimate act, discussing his affairs with another woman.

To kill a person emotionally, there was nothing more devastating.

Edward Harper, though not heartless, I have feelings too.

Clara Knox couldn't stop trembling beneath him. She tried to keep her voice from choking,

"Well, congratulations to you both. May lovers eventually become family."

In the darkness, Clara Knox spoke her insincere blessings with tear-stained eyes. Indeed, loving someone could humble you to the dust, leading to blossoms.

"Crying?"

Clara Knox stubbornly replied, "No."

Edward Harper seemed dissatisfied with her blessing, pushing her to the brink.

Clara Knox underwent a near-death experience.

Afterward, he lingered by her ear for a long time without moving.

"I also wish you an early reunion with Elijah and if you ever encounter difficulties, feel free to find me."

Clara Knox's limbs were weak, like a delicate flower battered by a storm, drifting into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Clara Knox awoke to find Edward Harper already gone from the bed.

He was a man of extraordinary self-discipline, rising promptly every morning regardless of how late he slept, to exercise, have breakfast, and read the news.

Like a machine with a set program.

After a simple freshening up, Clara Knox went downstairs. The television was broadcasting the morning news, reporting on the attempted sexual assault on Baohua Road the previous night.

Edward Harper sat in the small dining room, his black shirt's sleeves rolled up, revealing a smooth muscular arm. The shirt fitted snugly over his angular frame, a reflection of his personality, always withholding warmth from her.

With a finance magazine in his left hand and a freshly made sandwich in his right, he showed no interest in the shocking news on TV.

His whole demeanor exuded an aura of forbidding abstinence.

Aunt Lewis, the housekeeper, saw Clara Knox coming down and asked with a smile, "Madam, would you like Udon or wontons today?"

Clara Knox pressed her lips and said, "Anything's fine. Aunt Lewis, it's better to call me Miss Knox from now on."

Aunt Lewis's smile froze, pondering the deeper meaning of these words, glancing back and forth between Edward Harper and Clara Knox, not daring to respond.

"As she wishes."

Edward Harper replied coldly, his gaze fixed on the magazine without even raising his eyes.

Halfway through the meal, Edward Harper got up and left, and about a minute later, he tossed two divorce agreements and a check onto the table.

"Sign this. Fill in the amount on the check as you please."

Clara Knox paused for a moment, lifting her head to meet his deep, obsidian eyes.

He was the heir of Harper Jewelry Group, controlling the economic lifeline of the Capital City. A powerhouse in the business world, he never showed mercy to anyone.

And she had tried to make him fall in love with her, hoping for a piece of affection in return.

How ridiculous.

Clara Knox picked up the pen, opening to the last page, and wrote her name without reading a single word of the content.

"When should we exchange the documents?"

She asked.

A flicker of displeasure crossed Edward Harper's eyes,

"Are you in that much of a hurry?"

Clara Knox took a bite of her wonton, finding it tasteless. Her expression remained indifferent while her heart churned with emotions, the concealed turmoil threatening to overwhelm her, trembling with each breath. She struggled to maintain her composure and retain a final shred of dignity.

"I'm afraid of delaying you and Miss Knight."

Edward Harper let out a slight scoff, retrieving the agreement and signing his name with flourish in the party A's position.

"Perhaps you're eager to join your Elijah."