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 for Sebastian. Otherwise, why would

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

beam of light, arriving at the window. With a whoosh, he opened the window, lifted his

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. The whole world was so peaceful. Despite that, why did people still experience such pain? So much so that

stood on the

swayed precariously. It was truly beautiful. Dying amidst

dead, then he would

care of her. She no longer needed him. He had messed everything

on the

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

being just "childhood sweethearts." All the good

her hand and take her hiking.

she would snuggle in his arms, sleeping drowsily, feeling

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