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?

Rosalie's eyes, he was a despised ex-husband, 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,

What use was there for Theodore now? Theodore looked at the sunlight streaming through the window onto his face, and closed his

of bed, and stumbled toward the beam of light, arriving at 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

a leg and stood on the windowsill,

was truly beautiful.

wanted him dead, then he would die. This way, she

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

on the

about the moments he shared with Rosalie

they experienced together went far beyond being just "childhood sweethearts." All the

hand and take her hiking. When she was tired, he would

see the sea, where she would snuggle in his

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