Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Rosalie sobbed uncontrollably while she drove. She didn't know how long she had been driving when a sudden wave of nausea hit her. She stopped the car by the road and hurried out of it. It was only then that she realized she had driven to the edge of a river. The area was desolate, with no one in sight, and she had no idea where she was.

Rosalie crouched by the river, dry heaving.

The thought of Theodore and Aurora's intimacy made her feel sick. She knew she shouldn't feel this way, but she couldn't control herself.

They could never meet at the right time. As it turned out, Theodore didn't even know they had a child. Today, she had planned to tell him, only to learn that Aurora was pregnant with his child.

It seemed like every time they were about to discuss something important, they were interrupted or stopped by something else. It was as if the world didn't want them to be together. First there was Cynthia, and now there was Aurora. There would always be women around Theodore.

Back when things between her and Theodore hadn't escalated to this point, Theodore had told her he loved her and wanted to win her back. Rosalie had truly been moved. However, she never felt secure. The sense of security Theodore gave her wasn't even close to what she felt with Sebastian.

She always felt as though she wasn't the only one for Theodore. Cynthia was always between them.

Looking back now, her instincts were right. Now, not only did Cynthia stand between them, but now there was also Aurora.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out, startling Rosalie. She immediately thought of the news reports of shootings in Melrine. She couldn't believe she had encountered such a thing.

She had been here for months without incident. Most people were kind and polite.

was terrified. She scrambled to her feet, opened the

blowing

The car swerved.

a large hand reached inside to open the

by several men, and a

she spoke. "I... I have money... My wallet is in the car. You can take it, take all of it, but please let me go. I'm begging you, let me go! I'm just passing through! I don't

herself being

Let me go!" Rosalie

face. "Shut up, or

muzzle was pressed directly against Rosalie's lips. The slap was so forceful

pain.

with

watch helplessly as she was

about seven or eight

demeanor, along with the guns they carried, made it clear

me?" Rosalie's

then, a cold male voice pierced the night

a woman along? Are you suddenly feeling charitable? Do you want