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."

you have a stomach problem, but you drank so much.

take care of his own body, doing things he knew would hurt

straight, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Did you follow my advice and get

bringing up my health? I'm not

don't believe you. My pain is obvious, but you're

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

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

anyway," Theodore nearly shouted.

pushed her away

walking forward. She then

you were leaving, right? Then

bang, Theodore slammed the door

the door. "Theodore,

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

control. Whatever he did now was just a drunken

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

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

what would