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.

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

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

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

waves of pain crashing

precise description of what happened to

knew it

they were blinded to think that they were right in what they

they realized their mistakes, it was all too

me. I was at fault and I really regret what did. The

went on

do have family, but so

you don't want to talk to us, you can talk to her. I'll get her

talk to me about her,"

didn't know what exactly happened to cause Theodore to

how he got hurt, and simply became like this

shell