Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Meanwhile, Wesley was nearly losing his mind.

Sydney had suddenly told him she wanted a divorce, and no matter how many times he called or texted, she didn't respond. With no other options, he had to turn to his mother.

"Mom, Sydney wants to divorce me. I don't know what's happening. She won't answer my calls. Please help me."

As soon as Wesley entered, he grabbed his mother's hand. Rebecca was annoyed by the commotion.

"Okay, okay. Wesley, you're in your thirties now-can you be a little more composed?"

"Mom, I-"

Suddenly, Wesley froze.

Hearing his mother say he was in his thirties, he thought he must have misheard.

"Mom, how old did you say I am?"

"You don't even know your own age? Do you think you're still three years old?" Rebecca shook her head in exasperation. "I've told you so many times to treat Sydney better and to stop messing around with other women, but you just won't listen to me!" "Mom, that was a long time ago."

"A long time ago? How long has it been? Theo's only ten! You haven't given him any fatherly love all these years, and now you want your wife to forgive you? Good luck with that."

Seeing the look of disdain on his mother's face reminded Wesley of how she used to be years ago.

She was frustrated with him.

But that was so long ago.

And how could she say Theodore was only ten?

did you say Theo's only

his head. No matter how old he got, he still seemed like a

wife and son like this? I'm really becoming more and more

I

grown now, but you still make me worry

him to a secluded spot,

going on?"

she forgets what she just

tighten in his stomach. He frowned, his eyes filled with worry. "Why didn't you tell

but then suddenly remembers them. She knows there's a problem,

head. "No, because Madam Jarvis probably has

that word, his heart felt like it

of helplessness crossed Zane's eyes, Mr. Spencer, Madam Jarvis carries everything by herself Even when she's sick, she doesn't want you to know. So

had been the one by Rebecca's side,

ached as he turned to look at his mother in the living room.

his youth, he had overlooked his wife and son. Now in middle age, he didn't even realize his

thought his mother

fine. No

what happened,

him. No

even nearing fifty.che could always turn to

today, when he'd approached her like a child, seeking her support-it

man still looking for his mother, but he hadn't known she was

these years, his mother had never reached out to

once resented her for insisting he marry

had blamed everyone for it, but only later did he understand why. His mother always wanted the best for him, even if her methods were