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

somehow tagged along," Theodore said leisurely. There was no panic in his voice

come again. I don't want to see

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

Rosalie's veins, from her heart to her head. Her vision

throat. "The moment you 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 other?" Theodore asked, as if she was

something that Rosalie had said many times

shut her eyes,

Theodore chuckled bitterly. "We've known each other

away all

of a failed marriage between us. Rosalie Young, how could

the same time when she heard Theodore's words. It sounded like it was her fault once again, and that she was being

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

and make him love her over ten years. What else could she have