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!"

you sure this is your home?" Theodore

I decide where my home is!

somehow tagged along," Theodore said leisurely. There was no panic in his voice as

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

the divorce wasn't enough to relieve you of your suffering. You'll only be happy if I vanish

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

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

was in fact something that Rosalie had said many

her eyes, and

"We've known each other for a decade, and now, have to be strangers and erase away all our memories just because of a

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but she felt numb at the same time when she heard Theodore's words. It sounded like it was her fault once again, and that she was

I've learned too much from this failed marriage. It made me understand that a decade means nothing. With no love, even a hundred years mean nothing-not to