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. She had really fallen for Sebastian. Otherwise, why would she

take good care of Rosalie because his love for her was real. What use was there for Theodore now? Theodore looked at the sunlight

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

sunlight was 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 they didn't want to live

on the windowsill, overlooking the

was truly beautiful. Dying amidst

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

of her. She no longer needed him. He had messed everything up, so what was the point of

on

He thought about the moments he shared with Rosalie over

being just "childhood sweethearts." All the good and bad, the

take her hiking. When she was

the sea, where she would snuggle

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