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

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 closed his eyes to feel it.

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

towering in the forest, their treetops swaying gently in the breeze. Leaves fell gracefully to the ground, unhurried and elegant. The

stood on

It was truly beautiful. Dying

and wanted him dead, then he would die. This

take good care of her. She no longer needed him. He had messed everything up, so what

stood on

reminiscing about the past. He thought about the

sweethearts." All the good and bad, the

hiking. When she

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

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