Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

"What's the matter? Is there a problem?" the person outside asked.

Sydney replied, "I'm sorry, but the car won't start." The person seemed to be the driver of the armored vehicle. Growing a bit impatient, he glanced at his leader's car and then said to Sydney, "Lettake a look. Handthe keys." Given that he was driving an armored vehicle, Sydney didn't question his authority. She grabbed her bag, stepped out of the car, and handed the keys to him.

At that moment, the window of the armored vehicle slowly rolled down.

"Luke, what's going on?" a deep, steady voice inquired.

Luke Parker quickly approached. "Mr. Jackson, the car suddenly won't start. I'm checking it out and will move it right away." Christopher glanced at the car, then his gaze shifted to Sydney, recognizing her.

Sydney seemed to recognize him too, her surprise evident.

"President Harper, what a coincidence," Christopher said with a faint smile.

Sydney moved closer. "Oh, it's you, Mr. Jackson." As the president of a bank, Sydney often attended high-profile events and mingled with influential figures. She had had the chance to meet Christopher once before and had exchanged a few words, but that was all.

People of Christopher's stature were not easily befriended. Even though Sydney was in a position to meet such people, it depended on whether Christopher was willing.

Since that meeting, they hadn't crossed paths again. It had been over a year, and she was surprised to find that Christopher still remembered her.

Christopher noticed a hint of redness around Sydney's eyes, with visible traces of tears.

"What happened?" he asked, though his real question was why she had been crying. Sydney thought he was referring to her car and said, "My car won't start." "Is that so?" The fact that her car wouldn't start didn't seem like a reason for tears. It was clear that Christopher understood Sydney had either misunderstood him or was deliberately avoiding his reabel.net? question.

Luke quickly said, "Mr. Jackson, I'll check her car and be right back." Christopher nodded. "Go ahead." Luke immediately took Sydney's keys, approached her car, and began inspecting it to determine the issue After several unsuccessful attempts to start the car, he got out and popped the hood to troubleshoot the problem. Autumn had arrived, and the crisp air was beginning to bite. Sydney, dressed rather lightly, shivered as the wind blew, feeling the chill.

With a sudden clang, the car door opened. Christopher shifted position and settled into the seat beside her. "Con in. Your car might take a while." Sydney intended to decline, but with the door already open, she accepted and took a seat inside, closing the door behind her. "Thank you, Mr. Jackson." The interior of the car was warm, with a faint, pleasant scent of perfume-clearly a woman's fragrance. Christopher noticed the traces of tears on her face and took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to her. He said nothing, simply holding out the handkerchief.

Sydney accepted it, and dabbed at the tears at the corners of her eyes. "Thank you." Christopher's calm gaze remained on Sydney.

She had a noticeable hickey on her neck, liEach of these questions pierced Sydney's heart like sharp thorns. She didn't know how to explain these matters to her son, so she could only avoid them.

As she kept avoiding, Theodore lost the motherly care he deserved. Not to mention, he had a father who didn't care about him at all.

Theodore was truly pitiful; both of her sons were.

Sydney had endured a decade of torment, watching Wesley maintain an affair with another woman. Numerous times, she had contemplated divorce, but various reasons kept her from going through with it. Only when Wesley was left with nothing and the mistress had fled did Wesley realize he had been deceived and decided to return to his family, seeking forgiveness from his wife.

But Sydney's heart had already turned to stone. She insisted on a divorce, but Wesley clung to her stubbornly, refusing to let go and disrupting her peace. He even threatened to haunt her even after their separation. Eventually, Sydney grew weary. She agreed to stay married in nonly, living separate lives.

After ten years of hurt, Wesley finally understood the depth of his damage to his wife and children. He wanted to make amends, but how could one compensate for ten years of suffering? Healing wasn't as simple as solving a math problem. It wasn't a matter of stepping on someone's foot, apologizing, and then being forgiven. It was deliberate, deep-seated harm etched into the very bone.

With Theodore and Sydney both not experiencing love from Wesley, their family had disintegrated into pieces that Wesley's apologies or newfound remorse could never mend. Not all Er wrongs could be easily forgiven. Sydney could never forgive Geoffrey, nor could she forgive Wesley. But she knew she had failed her two sons. Even though the fathers of her children had their flaws, she had her own faults too. Geoffrey took her child away and deceived her into believing the child was dead; she shouldn't have believed him so easily. Had she questioned Geoffrey, perhaps she wouldn't have missed so many years with Sebastian.

Wesley's infidelity and emotional abuse were dear, but despite his neglect of Theodore, Theodore still had her, his mother. She could have showered him with love, but she failed to do so. Her pain and fear of facing Theodore's probing questions léd her to avoid him, neglecting her son.

Sydney felt deeply that she was a terrible mother. The guilt and self-reproach consumed her, leaving her in despair and anguish. Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of someone knocking on Sydney's car door jolted her. She quickly lifted her head, wiped the tears from her face, and slowly rolled down the window.

Turning her head, she saw a man in a black uniform standing outside. "Is there a problem?" she asked. "Ma'am, are you planning to move your car? Our boss is waiting for a parking spot," the man replied.

Sydney glanced at the black armored vehicle parked nearby. Such vehicles weren't driven by ordinary peoplen typically, only those of high status required this level of protection. She looked at the license plate and felt a pang of unease. Such a plate might be beyond even the reach of the wealthy.

The black exterior and tinted windows of the vehicle made it impossible for Sydney to see inside, and she had no interest in finding out who was in there. Sydney tried to start her car, but after several attempts, the engine roared and then stalled. No matter what she did, it wouldn't start. kely from a man.

Sydney was indeed beautiful, with a youthful appearance that belied her actual age of over forty. Her beauty was not just skin-deep but seemed to radiate from within. The mature charm she exuded was something that younger women could not easily match.

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