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.

staying at. I decide where my home is! Why did

There was no panic in his voice as he went on calmly, "If you don't

and leave, and don't ever come again. I don't want to see you at

see me again? Even the divorce wasn't enough

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

from each other's lives. We should be living our separate lives." "Be like strangers with nothing to do with each other?" Theodore asked, as if she was asking the

was in fact something that Rosalie had

shut her eyes, and

known each other for a decade, and

erase away

just because of a failed marriage between us. Rosalie Young, how

felt numb at the same time when she heard Theodore's words. It sounded like it was her fault once again,

what I said. I've learned too much from this failed marriage. It made me understand that a decade means nothing. With no love, even a hundred years mean

years. What else could she have done? Should she have stayed