Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Theodore laid on the hospital bed with a hollow look in his eyes.

He had asked himself countless times why he was still alive.

Why was he in the hospital when he opened his eyes?

He was the only one living in that house, with no servants on duty.

He was all alone, surrounded by a pile of wine bottles, fully intending to drink to his death. He was all prepared to welcome death, and even thought he saw the grim reaper waving his hands at him. Yet, when he next opened his eyes, he found himself in the hospital.

It was dark and silent in the ward. The air felt as though it was frozen, the silence deafening.

Theodore looked out the window, and saw a weak ray of sunshine peeking shyly through the curtains. It was as bashful as a young lover, but he could still feel the warmth on his cheeks.

Unfortunately, this ray of sunshine wasn't enough to resist the gloom in his heart. All it did was to trace the outline of his emaciated and haggard face.

He hated the sunshine.

The door to the ward suddenly opened and Sydney walked in. She had a bouquet of fresh flowers in hand, which she began displaying in a vase.

Theodore continued lying silently on the bed, as if he didn't see her at all.

A light fragrance filled the air in the room.

Theodore furrowed his brows. "What are you doing here?"

"My son almost died. Can't I come?"

was scared out of her wits and hurriedly made her way

managed

can't touch alcohol. Why did you drink so much? Must you make your family worry and suffer because of you? You're clearly tired of

and his eyes looked soulless. The usual color on

hazy, like the

voice broke

not for your dad and I, won't you think for Grandma? She raised you when

even recognize who I am now, so what if I die? Just find someone who looks like me as a replacement and she'll take him as me, just like how Aurora took Rose's place

how

in this world and you're irreplaceable. You're my son, and you...you'll be someone's father

to tell Theodore

telling him now after hiding it from him for so long might break him even further. He

even more worried that

brows furrowed at her

have children of your own and be a father one day. If your child ends up like you, won't you be in

lips, silently letting the bitterness in his heart overwhelm him. Sydney's words seemed

my own child,

a child with

with Rose. If only Rose were pregnant back then! He

together, the misunderstandings that laid between them would surely

stand a chance

hard that Rose would become pregnant, but his hopes

him, Theodore Spencer, in this

lone boat adrift in