Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Alright, Grandma, I understand."

"Good. Then you can get back to your work. I won't disturb you any longer."

"Goodbye, Grandma."

Theodore blankly hung up the phone. He weakly leaned against the headboard, his gaze vacant.

The Spencers all cared so much about Rosalie. It was fine, because he cared about Rosalie too.

But she didn't care about him.

Rosalie cared about everyone-except for him.

He was the one who made foolish mistakes and lost her. He was now facing the consequences. What right did he have to complain?

someone who could be discarded at a crucial moment. Their ten years together couldn't compare to her few months with Sebastian. That was the difference. She had really fallen

Sebastian was now her husband. Sebastian was despicable, but he would take good care of Rosalie because his love for her was real. What use was there for Theodore now? Theodore looked at the sunlight streaming through the window onto his face, and

of light, arriving at

gently in the breeze. Leaves fell gracefully to the ground, unhurried and elegant. The whole world was so peaceful. Despite that, why did people still experience such pain? So much so that they didn't want

leg and stood on the windowsill, overlooking the scenery

was truly beautiful. Dying amidst this

dead, then he would die.

would take good care of her. She no longer needed

stood on the

several minutes, reminiscing about the past. He thought about the moments he

far beyond being just "childhood sweethearts." All the good

would hold her hand and take her hiking. When she was tired, he would

take her to see the sea, where she would snuggle in his arms, sleeping drowsily, feeling the comfort of the sea

stay still even if his body was numb, all just because he didn't