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 so much. Are you

take care of his own body, doing things he knew

stand straight, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Did you follow

up my health? I'm not

I don't believe you. My pain

Rosalie said, exhaustion creeping into her voice. "Are you going to the hospital or not? If you

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. "Go

her

kept walking forward.

leaving, right? Then

a bang, Theodore slammed

door. "Theodore,

You wanted to leave, so go! Aren't you sick of me?

of control. Whatever he did now was just a

to drive

get home myself. Take the car and go," Theodore replied impatiently.

what would happen