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.

very least, that would prove that he mattered to her,

try very hard. Can't you help me out? We're family. Isn't

don't deserve to be forgiven anyway. You

cold, unfeeling words sent waves

description of

walking down his father's path. He knew it was

in time, both of them didn't think what they did was wrong. It was as if they were blinded to think that they were right in what they did they

their mistakes, it was all

was at fault and I really regret what did. The please come down

went on his

"Yes, I do have family,

don't want to

her," Theodore said as he

to become like this. He felt like

didn't even explain how he got hurt, and simply

empty shell without a soul and a