The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1815

Chapter 1815

Chapter 1815

With a loud bang, the grand front door of the mansion swung open.

Morrison marched in, his face dark as a brewing storm.

The moment the door had burst open, Rose's words, "Try loving someone else," reignited the anger Winston's tirade had suppressed, sending his emotions into a furious explosion.

She was going to love someone else?b2 How casually she said it!

After marrying him because she was carrying his child, she thought she could just walk away and love someone else as if it were that simple?

She was the one who had wanted marriage, and now she was the one wanting a divorce.

Did she think he was a statue, without feelings or words of his own?

Everything was on her terms!

Mona's face lit up with anxious hope when she saw Morrison. She nearly burst into tears of joy, “Morrison.."

But Morrison might as well have been deaf for all the attention he paid her, not even sparing her a glance.

His expression remained dark, his gaze icy as it fixed firmly on Rose.

Rose, for her part, looked up at Morrison with a serene expression, her smile faint in the face of his brooding demeanor.

"I've done my best for Granny and Mom, helped wherever I could. You might not care, but consider it... compensation for forcing you into marriage with the baby. Whether you accept that or not doesn't matter to me..."

She paused, the curve of her lips widening slightly, "Don't worry, once I've made a decision, I never look back. So... there's no need to fear that I'll use some ploy to hurt Mona or ruin whatever you have... While it doesn't concern me what suspicions you harbor, I'd rather not be seen as a wicked woman in the eyes of others..."

"From the bottom of my heart, I do hope you find happiness. We're not enemies, are we? I'm available any time to finalize the divorce papers, and if you're in a hurry, we can even do it now..."

"Rose!"

"Rose!"

Molly and Granny were in true panic now.

Why had things escalated to this point?

Was there truly no room for maneuver?

"Granny, Mom, let it be... Some things just can't be forced...

Granny shook her head, "No, I won't accept this... My granddaughter-in-law can only be you, and if you divorce Morrison, he might as well remain a bachelor for life! No other woman shall cross the threshold of the Witt family after you!"

Mona's heart had leapt with joy at the prospect of Rose bowing out gracefully, giving her another shot with Morrison...

She had been forced to part ways with him, and leaving was her way of showing Molly and Granny her place in Morrison's heart.

If they pushed her out, Morrison would never easily forgive them.

For them to acknowledge her was merely a matter of time.

But who could have predicted that Morrison would suddenly marry Rose?

And that there was even a child between them...

Ignoring their previous warnings, she had returned, seeking any opportunity to mend what had been broken.

Morrison was intelligent; she couldn't be too obvious in her intentions.

Now, as Rose seemed ready to let go, Granny's words cut through the air, "If it's not Rose, I'd rather Morrison stay single for the rest of his life?"

What kind of joke was that?

Who was she saying this for?

How could she let the sole heir of the Witt family lead a life of solitude?

Rose's smile was tinged with bitterness and resignation, "Granny, please don't..."

Granny gripped her hand tightly, "I mean every word. It must be you, or no one... Besides, you're carrying Morrison's child. If you divorce now, what will happen to the baby once it's born?"

Rose's expression faltered, "...I've thought about the baby. You don"t need to worry. He or she will carry the Witt family bloodline, and even if Morrison and I divorce, it will remain so... We'll have an

amicable separation. If you miss the baby, you can take him or her to stay with you... Just don't try to take my child away from me completely... This is our child together..."

Granny was taken aback as Rose's words finally brought tears to her eyes.

Rose had made up her mind...

She had even considered the most difficult issue of their impending divorce - the child.

Had Rose insisted on keeping the child, their separation would never be simple, for the child was a bond between them.

Yet, she had chosen the most neutral path, acknowledging the child's place in the Witt family and not objecting to their visits.

She didn't fuss over custody, only hoping to see her child grow healthy and strong...

Her concessions were so great, how could they possibly use the child to “threaten" her to stay in the Witt family, to never let her see the child at all?

What were they to do now?

It seemed that they were truly about to lose Rose.

And the one most aware of this wasn't just Granny. Everyone in the room could sense it, including Morrison, standing across from her.

She was determined...

The child's future was arranged so carefully, the compromise and concession so clear.

And all this compromise and concession were for the sole purpose of divorcing him...

The realization sent Morrison's heart into a sudden panic.

"What's this? You talk about a clean break with the divorce? Since you're so set on making us happy, have you considered how this child will affect me?"

Rose, you want a divorce to sever ties with me?

Impossible!

Rose struggled to maintain her composure, but at Morrison's words, she involuntarily trembled.

"Morrison! What are you talking about?! Have you lost your mind?!"

Granny and Molly gasped, Morrison's words making their heads throb with anger.

Morrison was visibly shaken by their shouting, his eyes flickering with a flash of something— perhaps a painful memory. When he looked into Rose's eyes, now brimming with shock and sorrow, his heart clenched. His mouth opened, but no words came out.

"I'm not..."

Rose's eyes were noticeably red as she silently gazed at Morrison for what felt like an eternity. Just as he was about to speak, she nodded gently. Her graceful neck moved as if to gather strength before she spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

"If that's how it is..."

Her words broke off, her voice quivering with emotion. She squeezed her hand in her pocket, forcing a strained smile.

"You're right... I wasn't thinking it through. If that's the case... I'll take full custody of the child. I'll move far away with him, ensuring he never bothers your life or that of the Witt family again, okay?"

"Rose!"

"Rose!"

"Let's do it now!" Ignoring Molly and the matriarch"s protests, Rose interrupted sharply, looking straight at Morrison. “Today, we'll get the divorce.

I don't want anything from you, and I"m sure you won't offer. I'll just grab my documents and—"

With a swift movement, Rose pulled her hand from the matriarch"s grasp and hurried upstairs.

She couldn't bear it any longer, not even for a minute more. The overwhelming pain and the fear of her long-standing love for Morrison fading away were too much for her to handle.

"Damnation!" The matriarch stared at her empty hand, pained by Rose's resolute departure. In a surge of anger, she lashed out, slapping Morrison across the face.

The sharp sound echoed through the living room as Morrison's head turned from the blow.

Rose paused on the stairs, her resolve firming, and continued her ascent.

"Morrison!"

Mona rushed to his side, but Morrison, his face dark with anger, brushed her aside and strode toward the staircase.

Mona tumbled onto the couch's armrest from the force of his rejection.

Rose had barely climbed a few steps when Morrison's grip tightened on her arm.

She whipped around to face him, meeting his furious gaze, her attempts to pull away futile.

"What else could you possibly object to?" she asked, her voice steady.

Morrison's expression tightened even more.

Not wanting to prolong the standoff, Rose tried once more to free her wrist.

"Let me go!"

But Morrison wouldn't relent.

"Let go!" In frustration, Rose shouted.

Molly and the matriarch, fearing the worst, hurried over to the foot of the stairs. "Morrison, what in God's name are you doing?!"

Morrison's face changed, his lips tightening. Suddenly, he scooped Rose up in a fireman's carry.

Rose gasped, her eyes wide, but instinctively clung to Morrison's shoulders.

Molly and the matriarch looked on, concern flashing across their faces, but they soon calmed down, perhaps believing that Morrison's anger meant he didn't really want the divorce after all.

Meanwhile, Mona watched Morrison carry Rose upstairs, her mouth agape in a failed attempt to stop him. The matriarch and Molly, however, had already turned away, giving her a cold stare.

"You seemed quite pleased earlier," Molly said icily. “After all my warnings, it appears they had no effect on you. Mona, what are you really after? Are you so determined to tear apart the Witt family?"

Mona stepped back, pale and at a loss for words.

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"Do you think Morrison would really leave us and the Witt family for you?"

Mona shook her head frantically. "No... I never..."

"Then what were you gloating about?!"

Molly's voice rose in fury. "I've been clear, but you still don't get it, do you?

There's no way you're entering the Witt family, not in this lifetime! Don't think you can have your way just because you believe Morrison has feelings for you. Do you not understand who his heart truly belongs to?"

Mona trembled with anger and frustration. “I'm not deluding myself!"

"No? Then why did you constantly make life difficult for Rose? Do you need me to list out all your past indiscretions for you?"

Mona's eyes narrowed, her voice failing her.

"You know what you've done. You're delusional if you think there's still a chance for you."

Tears finally escaped Mona's eyes as she turned and fled from the house.

Molly watched her leave with cold eyes, then let out a weary sigh and sank into the couch.

The matriarch exhaled deeply, sitting in silence, a storm of emotions behind her closed eyes.

Evelyn knew that the relationship between Morrison and Claire needed time to properly mesh; all they needed was a chance to spend time together. She was confident that Morrison would eventually see Claire's worth and would come to realize the woman he truly cared for, the one he loved, was right there in front of him—Claire.

But she hadn't anticipated that Morrison could be so foolish. Despite the fact that he was clearly worried about Claire, that he genuinely cared for her and was emotionally invested in her, he remained blissfully unaware of his own feelings.

And so, matters had escalated to this dire point.

Claire was now dead set on divorce, pushed to the brink by Morrison's obtuseness.

Morrison laid Claire down on the soft bed, and she writhed beneath him, trying to break free from his embrace as he leaned over her, pinning her down to the mattress.

"Let me go!" she demanded, her hands shoving against him, desperately seeking her release.

Exasperated, Morrison pinned her hands above her head.

"Will you just chill out!" he snapped.

Claire's eyes were fiery red, wide with indignation.

"Am I not being chill enough? I"m giving you what you want, Morrison.

Everything I said earlier was true—! won't cling to you anymore..."

“Chill? You're anything but chill!" Morrison had no interest in hearing her talk of ‘letting go" and ‘divorce:

"You're the one who wanted to get married, and now you're talking about divorce? What am I to you —a plaything?"

Claire bit her lip, gazing at him, as if in that moment, she found some semblance of calm.

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