Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Divorce Her

"You have been pregnant for five weeks. You look very young, right? Why do girls nowadays not know how to love themselves?"

Cindy Lynd did not know what else the doctor said. Her mind was occupied by the sentence "You are pregnant".

She was pregnant...

She was pregnant with Fletcher Lynd's child.

With this child appearing, would her fake marriage with Fletcher become true?

Cindy was very happy. Thinking that Fletcher would come back today on a business trip, she excitedly took the pregnancy test report and rushed home.

It was almost dark now, and there was a drizzle. When Cindy rushed home in the rain, her body was wet.

Carly Ackland, the maid, took a towel and came to dry her hair when she had just entered the house.

"Ms. Lynd, why did you come back in the rain? What if you catch a cold like this? Go upstairs and change your clothes. Come and take a bath."

Cindy smiled brightly.

She bent down and was about to change her shoes when she suddenly saw a pair of shiny black leather shoes on the shoe cabinet.

The next second, she turned to look at Carly in surprise and asked, "Is he back?"

Carly smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mr. Lynd came back from a business trip and brought you a gift. Hurry up and change your clothes to see him."

"I got it."

Cindy hurriedly changed her shoes and ran upstairs with her school bag.

But she didn't want to get changed or take a shower. At that moment, she wanted to tell Fletcher that she was pregnant with his child.

She came to the door of the study in wet clothes. She was so excited that she was about to push the door open and enter when she suddenly heard Fletcher's warm and magnetic voice from the study room.

"When she gives birth to my child, I will marry you. Within two years."

Cindy suddenly stopped. The smile on her little face instantly disappeared, and the hand that was about to push the door froze.

Then, a strange woman's voice came from the study room.

"Fletcher, I will wait for you for two more years. In two years, no matter whether she gives birth to a child for you or not, you must divorce her."

"OK," the man responded in a low voice.

"Fletcher, I believe that we will be happy when we get married in the future because I love you more than anyone else. I..."

Cindy could not bear it anymore. She was stunned on the spot, feeling that it was like a bolt from the blue, unable to react for a long time.

What did she hear?

Fletcher wanted to divorce her, and before the divorce, he wanted her to give birth to his child!

Why?

Could it be that Fletcher always had someone else in his heart?

That woman had returned, and Fletcher wanted to ditch Cindy and marry someone else.

Cindy could not accept the truth for a moment. She staggered away from the study and returned to her room. She fell to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes.

The man she had been loving for a whole fifteen years had loved her for five years.

When she proposed to have a fake marriage with him, he agreed without hesitation.

It was obviously a fake marriage, but half a year after marriage, Fletcher doted on her and was gentle and considerate to her, making her feel blissful.

Cindy thought that this was love, so she willingly gave all she had to him.

After that, they were like ordinary newlyweds, closely attached to each other.

And Fletcher always whispered in her ear when he kissed her in the middle of the night, "Let's have a child."

When Cindy heard him say this, she thought that their marriage would continue to be indestructible.

When they had a child, they would love and respect each other and grow old together.

Unexpectedly, all of this was fake.

It was all fake.

She was on the brink of a breakdown.

But when Cindy thought of the baby in her belly, no matter how sad she felt, she still got up and went into the bathroom as wearing wet clothes would make her catch a cold.

After washing herself clean, she burrowed into the quilt and forced herself to fall asleep.

In the middle of the night...

Cindy felt someone on her body, and a familiar scent came over her. The soft and warm kiss fell on her body bit by bit.

She woke up and opened her eyes. Against the wall lamp at the head of the bed, she could clearly see the man burying his head in her neck and kissing her.

He even muttered, "Cindy, you smell so good..."

And this man was her husband.

His name was Fletcher Lynd. He was 30 years old this year, ten years older than her. He was 6 feet 2 inches tall and liked to wear dark clothes. He was mature, steady, elegant, and noble.

He had an impeccable and handsome face.

He was also a man endowed with talent, a visiting professor at Emory University, and the president of the Cindy Group.

Fletcher was not only her savior but also a beam of light in her life. He was her only hope in this world.

She thought that marrying him and having his child was her final destination.

Cindy didn't expect her dream to shatter so quickly.

Feeling the man's kiss getting hotter and hotter, Cindy tried to control her emotions and looked down at him with eyes full of love and pain.

He seemed to be so enthusiastic every time he came back from a business trip.

And his sexual desire was very strong.

Now, he was like a wolf that had been starving for several days, gnawing on every inch of her skin, causing her to sink into depravity.

But when she thought of what she had heard at the door of the study, and how she had been pregnant, her heart hurt so much as if it had been torn apart by something.

She felt so sad.

At this time, she did not want him to touch her at all.

Just as the man was about to immerse in her sweetness, Cindy suddenly raised her hand to push his chest and refused.

"Fletcher, I don't want to..."

The man paused, and his deep, dark eyes focused on the girl beneath him. He said in a low voice.

"Say it again."

"I don't want to. Can you get up?" Cindy looked at the man on her without blinking.

This was the first time she had rejected him.

Even though she didn't want to, she was angry.

"Why?"

Being rejected for the first time, Fletcher was unhappy.

Cindy glared at him and asked.

"Who is the woman talking to you in the study today?"

Hearing this, Fletcher avoided her gaze and got off from her body.

"I will marry her in the future," he said in a calm tone as he slowly dressed by the bed.

Cindy's heart tightened, and it hurt a lot.

Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she asked in an aggrieved tone, "What about me? What am I to you?"

Fletcher got up and looked at the girl who suddenly had a temper on the bed, and his heart inexplicably twitched.

But he was expressionless, and his tone was cold.

"Have you forgotten why we got married?"

Cindy held back her emotions and shouted.

"I haven't forgotten, but is our love fake during this half a year after marriage? I thought you loved me and wouldn't leave me before saying that we could have a child."

"Fletcher, since you love someone else, why did you marry me instead of her?"

Cindy knew that Fletcher had given her enough.

She shouldn't be so greedy as to keep occupying Fletcher.

But she was pregnant with his child.

She had to consider the baby.

"Cindy, are you going to make a scene with me now?"

Fletcher's face darkened even more.

He stood by the bed and looked at the girl on the bed.

However, he did not explain to her the reason why he wanted to marry that woman.

Cindy didn't want to make Fletcher angry.

She was just unhappy in her heart.

She tried to restrain her temper and said in an aggrieved tone.

"I just want to know whether you love me or not. If I give birth to a child for you, can you stop contacting other women?"

She was giving him a chance.