"I can give up anything when we get divorced, President Zachariah. I just want the baby," said Ophelia.
"No way," Zachariah refused flatly, "The offspring of the Chambers family can only be raised in the
Chambers Mansion."
Ophelia opened her eyes and said, "President Zachariah, when Miss Fletcher gives birth to your baby,
no one will care about my baby anymore, and it won’t live a happy life in the Chambers Mansion. So
why not let me take care of it? After all, my baby will only drag you down and stand between Miss
Fletcher and you."
Zachariah knit his brows, looking sullen.
"It’s my baby, and it won’t drag me down."
Ophelia gave a faint smile and taunted, "Where there is a stepmother, there is a stepfather. When Miss
Fletcher gives birth to your own baby, will you pay any attention to my baby?"
Zachariah’s frown deepened.
"You’re so mistaken about Cora now, and I don’t see why we need to discuss it further. Let’s talk about
it when you calm down."
Ophelia wrenched herself free from his arms and said, "President Zachariah, I’m very calm now, so I
want to have a talk with you."
Zachariah simply stared at her.
Ophelia went on, "President Zachariah, children are not included in our prenup. Just pretend that my
baby doesn’t exist at all. We get divorced now, and I’ll leave with nothing else but the baby."
After a pause, Ophelia added, "You can have more babies with Miss Fletcher in the future, but I might
only have this baby in my life. President Zachariah, for the sake of all we’ve been through the past four
years, please give me the custody of the baby."
Zachariah kept staring at her.
"Well, President Zachariah? Give me the answer," Ophelia looked back at him firmly, saying.
Zachariah took out a cigarette, but the next moment, he thought of what the doctor told him and put it
back.
Zachariah got out of bed, walked up to the sofa and sat down, saying calmly, "Ophelia, aren’t we good
now? You want something romantic, and I can give it to you. You’re pregnant with my baby, and I allow
you to keep it. You like money, and I’ll give you plenty when we divorce. You can live a very good life
without working for the rest of your life with the money, while other women can never get this fortune in
their whole lives. I wonder what else you want!"
Ophelia gave a bitter smile. Since her gold digger image was embedded in his mind, no wonder
Zachariah wanted to dismiss her with money.
When she got married four years ago, Ophelia had never expected that there would be so many twists
and turns before the divorce.
"President Zachariah, I just want the baby."
"Of course you can take the baby, but I’ll block all your accounts, and you won’t get a penny. In that
case, I’ll allow you to take the baby," Zachariah threatened. He believed that with her gold digger
nature, Ophelia would definitely give up that idea, but…
"OK, I hope you’ll keep your promise, President Zachariah," Ophelia said frankly.
Zachariah stared at her in surprise and asked, "Ophelia, have you thought it through?"
Ophelia nodded.
"President Zachariah, it’s almost been five years since we got married. Fives years isn’t long, but it isn’t
short either. I married you in my best years, and divorce you when I’m almost 30. I’m very glad to have
met you. In case something else happens that brings us trouble, let’s get divorced in five days. Please
tell Helena about it when it’s done. She’s always been very kind to me, and I don’t want to make her
sad."
Zachariah narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Are you so eager to run away from me?"
Ophelia shook her head, looking tired. "President Zachariah, a marriage for three is too crowded, and
there’ll always be one getting hurt. Now it seems that I’m the one to get hurt most possibly. Besides, I
don’t want to get involved in this childish and hopeless relationship anymore."
Zachariah got up, strode up to Ophelia and bent over. He held her chin and said in a threatening tone,
"Ophelia, I don’t want to get divorced for now. As for the baby, I allow you to take it, but I’m the only one
who will decide when to end this game."
Ophelia stared at him in confusion but said in a cool tone, "President Zachariah, since you don’t love
me, why wouldn’t you let me go? Do you think it’s a fun thing to do?"
Zachariah stroke her cheek and replied, "As long as I enjoy it."
Ophelia shook her head and said helplessly, "President Zachariah, have you ever been told that you’re
actually a demon?"
Zachariah chuckled. "You’re the first one, but I like this name. You’re my wife, so I don’t mind you
calling me that way."
Exhausted, Ophelia couldn’t take his temperamental personality anymore. She dropped her eyes and
said in a low voice, "President Zachariah, please let me go. I don’t want to play this game for another
second."
Zachariah drew back his hand and said, "You just left the hospital. Have a good rest at home. I’m going
out."
Ophelia knew that he was going for Cora, but she didn’t bother asking at all. She believed the
relationship between Zachariah and her had moved a step further, but Cora’s existence threw her back
to reality.
Ophelia thought Zachariah had some feelings for her, but that was simply her
assumption.
Exhausted, Ophelia couldn't take his temperamental personality anymore. She dropped her eyes and
said in a low voice, "President Zachariah, please let me go. | don’t want to play this game for another
second."
Zachariah drew back his hand and said, "You just left the hospital. Have a good rest at home. I’m going
out."
Ophelia knew that he was going for Cora, but she didn’t bother asking at all. She believed the
relationship between Zachariah and her had moved a step further, but Cora’s existence threw her back
to reality.
Ophelia thought Zachariah had some feelings for her, but that was simply her
assumption.
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