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

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

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

ever want to see me again? Even the divorce wasn't enough to relieve you of your suffering.

Her vision became blurry, and even the lights

you asked for a divorce for Cynthia's sake, we should have vanished from each other's lives. We

was in fact something that Rosalie

eyes, and

known each other for a decade,

away all our

failed marriage between us. Rosalie Young,

heard Theodore's words. It sounded like it was her fault once again, and that

said. I've learned too much from this failed marriage. It made me understand that a decade

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