Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Theodore looked like a lost child, his eyes watery and pitiful.

"Are you so drunk you've forgotten? We're not married anymore," Rosalie said.

He couldn't behave as he used to. And she certainly couldn't, either.

Theodore released her hand, his brow furrowing as he struggled to stand up from the chair, clutching his stomach and doubling over in pain.

Rosalie rushed forward to support him. "I'll take you to the hospital."

Theodore stubbornly shook off her hand. "No."

"Why not?"

"No reason. I just don't want to go."

"Theo, stop being so stubborn," Rosalie said, frowning. "Look at you now."

"What's wrong with me?" Theodore turned his head, a sarcastic smile on his pale face. "It's just stomach pain."

problem, but you drank

care of his own body, doing things he knew would

forced himself to stand straight, a mocking smile playing on

up my health? I'm

pain is obvious, but you're

voice. "Are you going to the hospital or not? If you don't go, I'm done with you.

was now complaining of stomach pain and asking for hugs. She felt

to live anyway," Theodore nearly shouted. "Go

her

her steps and kept walking forward. She then

said you were leaving, right?

Theodore slammed the

pounded on the door. "Theodore, open the

leave, so go! Aren't you sick

of control. Whatever

the door. I need to drive you home. We didn't bring a

get home myself. Take the car and

she left him here, what would