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?

a crucial moment. Their ten years together couldn't compare to her few months with Sebastian. That was the difference. She had really fallen for Sebastian. Otherwise, why would she choose him so

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

threw off the covers, got out of bed, and stumbled toward the beam of light, arriving at the window. With a whoosh, he opened the window, lifted his head, and

sunlight was brilliant, the scenery perfect. Trees stood towering in the forest, their treetops swaying gently in the breeze. Leaves fell gracefully to the ground, unhurried and elegant.

leg and stood on

precariously. It was truly beautiful. Dying amidst this scenery didn't

him so much and wanted him dead,

She no longer needed him. He had messed everything up,

stood on

He thought about the moments he shared with Rosalie over the

All the good and bad, the joys and sorrows-they

hand and take her hiking. When she

she would snuggle in

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