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!"

cried brokenly, and 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

let me die! Let me die!" Theodor grabbed her shoulders, and

tear-filled eyes. "Do you even need to ask

and be Mrs. Spencer, even

word, whether you love me or not. Just know 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 it and I'll still have endless

down in

a woman appeared in his mind. It didn't belong to Cynthia, but

he

from himself. He couldn't see any hope of reconciling with her, and she

I'll take you back today to make preparations, and we'll

in disbelief when

but each time she asked something like that, he would reassure her that it was. This time she didn't dare