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?

ex-husband, someone who could be discarded at a crucial moment. Their ten years together couldn't compare to her few months with

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 stumbled toward the beam of light, arriving at the window. With a whoosh, he opened the

swaying gently in the breeze. Leaves fell gracefully to the ground, unhurried and elegant. The whole world was so peaceful. Despite that, why

stood on

precariously. It was truly beautiful.

much and wanted him dead, then

be others who would take good care of her. She no longer needed him. He had messed everything up, so

on

past. He thought about the moments he shared with Rosalie over the

beyond being just "childhood sweethearts." All the good and bad, the joys and sorrows-they

and take her hiking. When she was tired, he

snuggle in his arms, sleeping drowsily,

even if his body was numb, all just because he didn't want to