Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Sebastian watched Sydney with some apprehension.

Finally, Sydney spoke up. "Alright, if it's truly over, then let it be. Theo ignoring you only confirms that he wants to end things. It's best if you two don't meet again in the future." This was all Sydney could do now.

This tangled fate needed to end.

Sebastian genuinely loved Rosalie, and would treat her well.

As for Theodore, he had given up and withdrawn, leaving a trail of heartbreak. Whatever he did now would only cause Rosalie more pain.

It was clear he wasn't suited for a life with Rosalie.

Theodore was emotionally clueless, while Sebastian was exceptionally perceptive, knowing exactly how to cherish the woman he loved.

Sebastian frowned slightly, confusion evident in his eyes. He hadn't expected Sydney to say this.

He had thought Sydney might tell Rosalie that Theodore hadn't been there the previous night. If Rosalie knew that, she would likely become even more upset and try to confront Theodore again. Why hadn't Sydney mentioned it? And since she arrived, Sebastian had felt that Sydney's gaze toward him was different.

What had happened in between?

Sydney's attitude seemed to have changed completely.

words, forced a bitter

child, ignores my calls, and refuses to

She had tried, but Theodore

sighed, and stood

sure the baby arrives safely. No matter what, there's someone in this world who cares about you. I

with Sebastian; what had caused

"Mom, why are you-"

my son, he hurt you, and things have turned out this way.. You're married to Sebastian now, and the die is cast. I

moved closer and gently touched Rosalie's hair. "You and Theo should be completely done. If you can avoid seeing him in the future, do so, and don't stay in touch. Otherwise, you'll continue to

nodded in painful agreement. "I

tears in her eyes,

felt something was off about Sydney.

to call after Sydney, but she simply

noticed and said, "Rose, I'll see

Sydney into the corridor.

and turned, quickly wiping away her tears. "Mr. Carter, is there

me Mr. Carter today, and being so polite. Why aren't you cursing me out

hasty yesterday, and I

thing to be polite