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.

bad about him to Theodore. At the very least, that would prove that he mattered

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

I don't need you to make it up to me. Mom will never forgive you, and you don't deserve to be forgiven anyway. You did wrong, and she'll never forgive you. One day, she'll find a better man and abandon you. You'll be in misery, and regret everything you

words sent waves of pain crashing

words were a precise description of what happened

path. He knew it was wrong, but he

blinded to think that they were right in what they did they refused to listen to anyone, stubbornly and arrogantly insisting on their own

their mistakes,

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

almost went

I do

to talk to us,

talk to me about her," Theodore said

cause Theodore to become like this.

and simply became like this when he woke

like an empty shell without a soul