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."

a stomach problem, but you drank

furious. This man didn't even take care of his own body,

forced himself to stand straight, a mocking smile playing

up my health? I'm

you. My pain is obvious,

If you don't go, I'm done with

on himself. He drank so much and acted out, and he was now complaining of stomach pain and asking for hugs. She felt that he was annoying,

to live anyway," Theodore nearly shouted. "Go on. Leave. Don't

pushed her away

her steps and kept walking forward. She then

leaving,

bang, Theodore slammed the door

door.

so go! Aren't you sick of me? Then

was drunk, acting out of control. Whatever he did

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

I can get home myself. Take the car

she left him here, what would happen if he caused