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.

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

leisurely. There was no panic

leave, and don't ever come again. I don't

you blocked me?" Theodore said hoarsely. "You don't ever want to see me again? Even the divorce wasn't enough to relieve you of your suffering. You'll only be happy if I vanish from your

her head. Her vision became blurry, and even the lights in her room

asked for a divorce for Cynthia's sake, we should have vanished from each other's lives. We should be living our separate lives." "Be like strangers with nothing to do with each

something that Rosalie had said

eyes, and said bitterly,

other for a

away all our

between us. Rosalie Young, how could you bear to say

It sounded like it was her fault once again, and that she

made me understand that a decade means nothing. With no love, even a hundred years mean nothing-not to mention

love her over ten years. What else could she have done? Should she have stayed by his side as his sister after their