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 head, and

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 did people still experience such pain? So much so that they didn't want to live

raised a leg and stood on

swayed precariously. It was truly beautiful. Dying amidst this scenery didn't seem

dead,

care of her. She no longer needed

stood on

past. He thought about the moments he shared with Rosalie over the

experienced together went far beyond

bad, the

had shared countless

take her hiking. When she was

to see the sea, where she would snuggle in his arms, sleeping drowsily, feeling the comfort of the

body was numb, all

kind of

year, Rosalie was fifteen. They were sitting on the rooftop watching the