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.

At the very least, that would prove that he mattered to her, even if

me out? We're family. Isn't it good for a family

me. Mom will never forgive you, and you don't deserve to be forgiven anyway. You did wrong, and

sent waves of pain

description of what

up walking down his father's path. He knew

It was as if they were blinded to think that they were right in

the time they realized their mistakes, it

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

went

do have family,

asked. "What about her? If you don't want to talk to us, you

her,"

cause Theodore to become like this. He felt like

how he got hurt, and simply became like this when he woke

felt like an empty shell without a soul and