Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

If the mysterious pregnancy and DNA test reports still left him with some doubts, hearing Justin's words in person—that Steve was indeed his son— completely erased any lingering suspicion. What replaced it was an overwhelming pain.

Theodore had once wondered what it would be like if Steve were his son. He had even wondered if Steve could possibly be his son.

However, thinking back to everything that had happened between him and Rosalie, he became afraid. He was afraid that if he thought too much about it, he might just be deluding himself. What would he do then?

After all, when they met in Melrine, he had seen Rosalie, Sebastian, and Steve eating together at a restaurant. Theodore had watched as Sebastian and Steve interacted like father and son. His first instinct was that Rosalie and Sebastian had a child together.

And Rosalie hadn't denied it. She had implicitly accepted it, which led Theodore to believe that Steve was indeed Sebastian's son.

Theodore thought about his interactions with Steve, and how the boy had innocently called him "Dad." Maybe Steve was just too young to understand, and said it without much thought. But now, looking back at those words, it seemed prophetic. He truly was Steve's father.

Theodore's body felt as heavy as a stone. His face was pale, his lips were cracked, and beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Each breath brought a sharp pain, as though countless needles were stabbing into his chest.

you tell me from

for another woman. You were about to

me!" Theodore raised his head and shouted uncontrollably. "If she had told me, I would never have

"Heh." Justin suddenly laughed.

you blaming

were going to divorce her for another woman. Why would she use the child to keep you around? Why don't you try to see it from her perspective? Can you imagine how

the distance, as if trying to find an answer. But all he

tell me when there were so

How could she tell you? Theodore, you only care about the fact

how have you hard it was

been so unreasonable, do you

lips twisted into a bitter smile. The smile was neither