Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 377



Rosalie was panicking, and she needed a few minutes to compose herself before carefully peeking through the curtains again and looking downstairs. She saw Theodore still standing in the same spot downstairs, looking up as if he'd seen her.

Rosalie was like a deer in the headlights as she closed the curtains once more.

Will he come upstairs?

After pondering for a moment, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.

She had blocked Theodore, and while Theodore couldn't reach her, she could reach him if he didn't block her.

The call went through, a sign that Theodore didn't do so.

A few seconds later, his deep voice sounded through the phone. "Hey."

"Theodore Spencer, you're a stalker! How dare you follow me home!"

this is your home?" Theodore

is wherever I'm staying at. I decide where my home is! Why

said leisurely. There was no panic in his voice

Hurry up and leave, and don't ever come again. I don't

wasn't enough to relieve you of your suffering. You'll only be happy if I vanish from your world,

veins, from her heart to her head. Her vision became blurry, and even the lights in her room looked hazy. "Theodore Spencer," Rosalie squeezed out from her throat. “The moment you asked for a divorce for Cynthia's sake, we should have vanished from each other's lives. We should be living our separate

with nothing to do with each other?" Theodore asked, as if she was asking

fact something that Rosalie had

eyes, and said bitterly,

and now, have to be strangers and erase away all our memories just because of a failed marriage between us. Rosalie Young, how could you

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the same time when she heard Theodore's words. It sounded like it was her fault once again, and that she was being too

exactly what I said. I've learned too much from this failed marriage. It made me understand that a decade means nothing. With no love, even a