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?

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.

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,

bed, and stumbled toward the beam of light, arriving at the window. With a whoosh, he opened

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

leg and stood on the windowsill,

truly beautiful. Dying amidst this scenery didn't

hated him so much and wanted him dead, then he would die. This

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

stood on

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

sweethearts." All the good

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

the sea, where she would snuggle in his arms,

was numb, all just because