Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

"Alright, Grandma, I understand."

"Good. Then you can get back to your work. I won't disturb you any longer."

"Goodbye, Grandma."

Theodore blankly hung up the phone. He weakly leaned against the headboard, his gaze vacant.

The Spencers all cared so much about Rosalie. It was fine, because he cared about Rosalie too.

But she didn't care about him.

Rosalie cared about everyone-except for him.

He was the one who made foolish mistakes and lost her. He was now facing the consequences. What right did he have to complain?

In Rosalie's eyes, he was a despised ex-husband, someone who could be discarded at a crucial moment. Their ten years together couldn't compare to her few months with Sebastian. That was the difference. She had really fallen for Sebastian. Otherwise, why would she choose him so decisively?

Indeed, Sebastian was now her husband. Sebastian was despicable, but he would take good care of Rosalie because his love for her was real. What use was there for Theodore now? Theodore looked at the sunlight streaming through the window onto his face, and closed his eyes to feel it. It was really warm.

off the covers, got out of bed, and stumbled toward the beam of light, arriving at the window. With a whoosh, he opened the window, lifted his

sunlight was brilliant, the scenery perfect. Trees stood towering in the forest, their treetops swaying gently in the breeze. Leaves fell gracefully to the ground, unhurried and elegant. The whole world was so peaceful. Despite that, why

on the windowsill, overlooking the scenery

swayed precariously. It was truly beautiful. Dying

and wanted him dead, then he would die. This way, she

be others who would take good care of her. She no longer needed him. He had messed everything up, so what was the point of

on

about the moments he shared

beyond

and bad,

had shared countless precious

her hand and take her hiking. When she was tired,

she would snuggle in his arms,

his body was numb, all just because he didn't

of girl

Rosalie was fifteen. They were sitting