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, even

out? We're

you. 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,

waves of pain crashing

words were a precise description of what happened to

his father's path. He knew it was wrong, but he committed the same

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

time they realized their

if your mom doesn't want to forgive me. I was at fault and I really regret what did. The please come down from there, won't you? I'm begging you, you still have your family, no matter what happens.

went on his

do have family, but so

want to talk to us, you can talk to her.

about her,"

what exactly happened to cause Theodore to

even explain how he got hurt, and simply became like

an empty shell without a