Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

He turned around, his face frighteningly pale. "If you still don't love Mom, you wouldn't even be here right now! You wouldn't care about the child she gave birth to, either." "Theo, you're my son! I care about you, no matter what."

"Then why were you always not around when I was young? Why were you always with other women when I needed you most?"

Wesley was at a loss for words.

Theodore sneered. "You're here not because you're a good father. You're at best a bastard who suddenly had his conscience pricked and wants to go back to your family."

Wesley clenched his fists. "Did your mom say something to you?"

"No, she didn't say anything. She doesn't even talk to me about you."

His words were blades piercing through Wesley's chest.

Theodore's words were cold and cruel, but they exposed the truth that Sydney never talked about his father to him.

Her hatred toward Wesley had faded to cold indifference.

Although they still met and interacted with each other, a huge chasm laid between them.

Wesley would rather Sydney spoke bad about him to Theodore. At the very least, that would prove that he mattered to her, even if she hated him.

hard. Can't you help me out? We're family. Isn't it

won't help you. I don't need you to make it up to me. Mom will never forgive you, and you don't deserve to be forgiven anyway. You did wrong, and she'll never forgive you. One day, she'll find a better man and

waves of pain crashing in

precise description of

path. He knew it

of them didn't think what they did was wrong. It was as if they were blinded to think that they were

their

me. I was at fault and I really regret what did. The please

went on his

Theodore scoffed. "Yes, I do have

want to talk to us,

me about her," Theodore said as he

fine!d won't talk about her." Wesley said, frightened out of h

talk

it

want to see

know what exactly happened to cause Theodore to become

hurt, and simply

empty shell without a soul

even lost the drive to chase after