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.

turned quiet. Everything froze, and even Theodore

at the moment he said he could. There seemed to a black hole sucking in all her thoughts.

of reality made everything feel like a dream. Her erratic heartbeat, heavy breathing, and the deep, dark eyes he was

in close to her, the fire in his eyes almost scorching her

her throat, as she spat out, "What did you

from her shoulder to lightly pinch her chin. He tilted her head up

if just a little bit, we'll get

utterly flabbergasted by his suggestion. "Do you know what on earth

Theodore's eyes

he went

wonder every single day-what exactly I did wrong

the sorrow in her