Chasing My Pregnant Wife

He turned around, his face frighteningly pale. "If you still don't love Mom, you wouldn't even be here right now! You wouldn't care about the child she gave birth to, either." "Theo, you're my son! I care about you, no matter what."

"Then why were you always not around when I was young? Why were you always with other women when I needed you most?"

Wesley was at a loss for words.

Theodore sneered. "You're here not because you're a good father. You're at best a bastard who suddenly had his conscience pricked and wants to go back to your family."

Wesley clenched his fists. "Did your mom say something to you?"

"No, she didn't say anything. She doesn't even talk to me about you."

His words were blades piercing through Wesley's chest.

Theodore's words were cold and cruel, but they exposed the truth that Sydney never talked about his father to him.

Her hatred toward Wesley had faded to cold indifference.

Although they still met and interacted with each other, a huge chasm laid between them.

rather Sydney spoke bad about him to Theodore. At the very least, that would

can't forgive me, but I'll try very hard. Can't you help me out? We're family. Isn't it good for a family to be together?

you don't deserve to be forgiven anyway. You did wrong, and

waves of pain crashing

description of what happened to Theodore

down his father's path. He knew it

as if they were blinded to think that they were right in what they did they refused to listen

they realized their mistakes, it was

did. The please come down from there, won't you? I'm begging

almost went

do have

Rose?" Wesley asked. "What about her? If you don't want to

about her," Theodore said as he

didn't know what exactly happened to cause Theodore to become like this. He felt

hurt, and simply became like

empty shell