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.

she wouldn't receive this message. It was precisely because of this that he dared to send it. It was a message she was destined

sending the message, he looked up at the high-rise building in front of him. One

much, I won't

kneeling in front of the toilet,

of Theodore, a surge of resentment

out. She vomited until she

flushed the toilet, rinsed her mouth,

at her reflection in the mirror, she saw a terrifyingly

droplets trickled down her wet hair, along

sink eyes.net drkably from her eyes.

drop by drop.

Stop it!" she chided

eon

to stop--but her tears were uncontrollable. As if they had a mind of their own, they continued

"Rose, stop crying!"

She slapped herself hard.

crying?

Why

that you're already divorced, you're free, so why are you still crying? Don't