Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Theodore looked down, and nodded as gently as he could. "I admit that I do feel guilt toward you, but...I don't love you."

Cynthia pulled the sheets open with a whoosh, and rushed to the windows.

Theodore immediately chased after her. "Cindy!"

He shot out like an arrow toward Cynthia, and grabbed her arm.

Cynthia charged forward stubbornly. "Let me go! Let me go!"

"Cindy, don't be like this!" Theodore pulled her back hard.

"No, just let me die! What's the point of living? Let me die, let me go!"

threw herself into his embrace as Theodore pulled her back. She hugged him tight, and buried her head in his chest. "You can't treat me like this," she said through sobs. "You can't be like this! You said you wanted to marry me! You promised me... You promised me!" "Cindy, didn't you hear

survive, and this is how you treat me? What's the point of surviving? Just let me die! Let me die!"

eyes. "Do you even

and be Mrs. Spencer, even if I don't

that I love you, and that can even give you a bit of my love for you. No-I can give you so much of

down

appeared in his mind. It

only thing he

felt such hopelessness toward Rosalie, and such hopelessness came from himself. He couldn't see any hope of

you. I'll take you back today to make preparations, and we'll hold our wedding the day after tomorrow," he finally

in

for real, but each time she asked something like that, he would reassure her that it was. This time