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?

together couldn't compare to her few months with Sebastian. That was the difference. She had really fallen for Sebastian.

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,

the beam of light, arriving at the window. With

treetops swaying 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

a leg and stood on the windowsill, overlooking the

swayed precariously. It was truly beautiful. Dying

so much and wanted him dead,

who would take good care of her. She no longer needed him. He had messed everything up, so what was the point of

stood on the

minutes, reminiscing about the past. He thought about the moments he shared with

together went far beyond being just "childhood sweethearts." All the good and bad, the joys and sorrows-they had shared

her hiking. When she was tired,

snuggle in his arms, sleeping drowsily,

body was numb, all just because he