Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Theodore's words sent Rosalie spiraling in shock. She stared at him wide-eyed, as if time had come to a stand-still.

Very soon, she snapped out of her daze. A strong sense of irony took over.

"Theodore Spencer. Do you mean to say that everything that has happened has nothing to do with you and Cynthia, but it's all because you thought I don't love you? That you let me go as an act of compassion, so I could be happy? Is that it?"

Her words sounded laughable even to herself, but it seemed to be exactly what Theodore meant.

Theodore suddenly leaned in closer, his voice hoarse with sorrow. "If I say yes, can you tell me if you ever loved me?"

Rosalie laughed bitterly. "We're coming back full circle once more. You asked me if I ever loved you, but does that change anything? If I say that I never loved you, will you just blame everything on me? If I say that I do, will you cut things off with Cynthia?"

"I can!" Theodore proclaimed loudly and resolutely.

quiet. Everything froze, and even Theodore seemed to

could. There seemed to a black hole sucking in all her thoughts. Everything was eerily quiet, with nothing

erratic heartbeat, heavy breathing, and the deep, dark eyes he was staring at

her, the fire in his eyes almost

lips trembled, a lump in her throat, as she spat out, "What did

He tilted her head

you love me, even if just

suggestion. "Do you know what on earth

am!" Theodore's eyes

he went

You make me wonder every single day-what exactly I did wrong that

Rosalie's cheeks, the sorrow in her heart spreading to every crevice in her