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.

because of this that he dared to

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

much,

in front of the toilet,

sickness wasn't severe, but every time she faced stress or thought of Theodore, a surge of resentment would flood her heart. This emotion was so intense that her body

vomited out. She vomited until she was dry

She flushed the toilet, rinsed her mouth, and washed

reflection in the mirror, she saw a terrifyingly pale

wet hair,

eyes.net drkably from

drop by drop.

Stop

eon

uncontrollable. As if they had a mind of their own, they continued

"Rose, stop crying!"

She slapped herself hard.

crying?

useless! Why are

that you're already divorced, you're free, so