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."

but you drank so much.

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

smile playing on his lips. "Did you

up my health? I'm not feeling

believe you. My pain is obvious,

the hospital or not? If

he was now complaining of stomach pain and asking for hugs. She felt that he was annoying, acting like a

want to live anyway," Theodore nearly shouted.

pushed her

walking

you were leaving,

Theodore

pounded on the door. "Theodore,

so go! Aren't you sick of

was drunk, acting out of control. Whatever he did now

door. I need to drive

myself. Take the car and go," Theodore replied impatiently. "What do you

left him here, what would happen if he caused