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."

have a stomach problem, but you

furious. This man didn't even take care of his own body, doing things he knew would hurt him.

straight, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

bringing up my health?

My pain is

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

all, he brought this on himself. He drank so much and acted out, and he was now complaining of stomach pain and asking

I don't want to live anyway," Theodore nearly shouted.

her

walking

were leaving, right? Then

a bang, Theodore slammed the door

on the door. "Theodore, open the

leave, so go! Aren't

drunk, acting out of control. Whatever

I need to drive

get home myself. Take the car and go,"

she left him here, what would happen if