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

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

Theodore forced himself to stand straight, a mocking smile

up my health?

My pain

the hospital or not? If

drank so much and acted out, and he was now complaining of stomach pain and asking for hugs.

Theodore nearly

pushed her

control her steps and kept walking forward.

you were leaving, right? Then just

a bang, Theodore

pounded on the door. "Theodore, open the

go! Aren't

was drunk, acting out of control. Whatever he did

door. I need to drive you

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

what would happen if he caused