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?"

scared out of her wits and

the doctor managed to

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

his eyes looked soulless. The usual color on his

usual radiance. They looked dim and hazy, like the fuzzy reflection of the

voice broke

and I, won't you think

has dementia now," Theodore said, cutting Sydney off. "She doesn't 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 before." Theodore looked coldly at her, his voice drenched with hopelessness. "Everyone can be

as how

only one in this world and you're irreplaceable. You're my son, and

tell Theodore that he was

telling him now after hiding it from him for so long might break him even further. He wasn't in a good condition right now, and was just resuscitated. He probably wouldn't be

was even more worried that he

at her words. "What did you

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

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

my own child,

to bear a child with another woman. He couldn't

a child with Rose. If only Rose were pregnant back then! He would then

long as they remained together, the misunderstandings that laid

wouldn't stand a chance to come

hard that Rose would become

Theodore

was filled with hopelessness, like a lone boat adrift