Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Theodore stood outside Rosalie's building.

Earlier, his bodyguard informed him that she had safely arrived home. He got the address, and came here alone.

So this was Rosalie's new residence. It was a very ordinary neighborhood.

She preferred to move here rather than back to her own home. She didn't want the house that used to belong to both of them anymore.

He guessed that she wouldn't want anything related to him.

'Rose, do you hate our marriage, or do you hate me as a person?' he wondered.

If she only hated the marriage, why was she still so unhappy now that they were divorced? Or was it that she hated him as a person?

Was that why she blocked him? Because she wanted him out of her world?

So, she hated him as a person!

Theodore took out his phone from his pocket. He found Rosalie's number, and typed a message to her.

He spent a long time to type this message, about ten minutes. He deleted and revised it repeatedly. In the end, he had sent only a few words.

It was precisely because of this that he dared to send it. It was a message she was destined not

up at the high-rise building in

Since you hate me so much, I won't disturb

was kneeling in front

but every time she faced stress or thought of Theodore, a surge of resentment

had dinner yet, and today's breakfast and lunch had all been vomited out. She vomited until she was dry heaving,

drained. She flushed the toilet, rinsed

reflection in the mirror, she

trickled down her wet hair, along

the sink eyes.net drkably from her

drop by drop.

Stop it!"

eon

uncontrollable. As if they

"Rose, stop crying!"

She slapped herself hard.

crying?

useless! Why are

free, so why are you still crying? Don't cry! Stop crying