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.

at. I decide where my home

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

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

why 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

out from her throat. "The moment you asked for a divorce for Cynthia's sake, we should have vanished from each other's lives. We should be

in fact something that

eyes, and said

known each other for a decade, and now, have

erase away all our

Rosalie Young, how could

heard Theodore's words. It

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

over ten years. What else could she have done? Should