Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Rosalie was panicking, and she needed a few minutes to compose herself before carefully peeking through the curtains again and looking downstairs. She saw Theodore still standing in the same spot downstairs, looking up as if he'd seen her.

Rosalie was like a deer in the headlights as she closed the curtains once more.

Will he come upstairs?

After pondering for a moment, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.

She had blocked Theodore, and while Theodore couldn't reach her, she could reach him if he didn't block her.

The call went through, a sign that Theodore didn't do so.

A few seconds later, his deep voice sounded through the phone. "Hey."

"Theodore Spencer, you're a stalker! How dare you follow me home!"

"Are you sure this is your home?" Theodore asked casually.

home is wherever I'm staying at. I decide where my home is! Why did you

along," Theodore said leisurely. There was no panic in his voice as he went on calmly,

ever come again. I don't want to see

me again? Even the divorce wasn't

heart to her head. Her vision

vanished from each other's lives. We should be living our

was in fact something that

shut her eyes,

"We've known each other

away all

because of a failed marriage between us. Rosalie Young, how could you bear to say something like

time when she heard Theodore's words. It sounded like it was her fault once

this failed marriage. It made me understand that a decade means nothing. With

ten years. What else could she have done? Should she have stayed by his side as