Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Theo, Theo! Where are you?"

Rosalie stood in pitch-black darkness, so much so that she couldn't even see her fingers. She started to run for her life, but the end was nowhere in sight.

"Theo, where are you?"

Suddenly, she saw a blinding flash of white light. There Theodore was, standing right before her.

The moment she saw Theodore, her anxious face gave way to joy. "Theo!"

She ran toward him with all the energy she could muster-but she realized that the faster she ran, the further Theodore seemed to be from her. She couldn't close the gap between them. "Theo, what's going on? Don't move, will you? Let me go to you, please!"

Rosalie continued running toward him, but as she did so, Theodore started fading away and the darkness returned.

"Theo, where are you? Where did you go? Where are you? Theo, make some noise, won't you? Theo!"

"Rosalie Young."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind; Rosalie turned around, to see Theodore standing around ten meters behind her.

“Theo.”

She was about to run toward him again, but he yelled, "Don't come here!"

her tracks, standing right where she was with a frightened look on

so much. How are you?

laughed. It wasn't his usual laughter, but a sardonic

Hear me

me? About why you chose Sebastian and gave up on me, is that

didn't!" Rosalie said through tears. "I had no choice at that time. If I had a choice, I would have

begging you... I'm begging you..." Rosalie suddenly didn't know what she was pleading for. Her mind went blank; she couldn't say a word, suddenly feeling tongue-tied. Theodore sneered, "You don't even know what you're begging me for, but you're begging so desperately. What a joke. Rosalie Young, I'm thoroughly disappointed in you!" "No, no! Theo!" Rosalie ran toward

turned around, and found

wanted to run toward him, but was worried that he might disappear

suppressed the urge

really had no choice. If I didn't make

chose Sebastian and made me suffer! Rosalie Young, is that how much you hate me? You hate me so much, you want me dead? Ten years—are ten years of our

months you had

Sebastian?"

it!" Rosalie denied, racked with sobs. "Theo, I don't want you dead. I've never wanted you dead! I was wrong, Theo, I was

late!"

Young,

The moment you