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?

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, why would she choose

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

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

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

leg and stood on the windowsill, overlooking

precariously. It was truly beautiful. Dying amidst

so much and wanted him dead, then he would

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

on

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

being just "childhood sweethearts." All the good and

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

snuggle in his arms, sleeping drowsily, feeling the comfort of

would stay still even if his body was numb, all just because