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?

together couldn't compare to her few months with

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

threw off the covers, got out of bed, and stumbled toward the beam of light, arriving at the window. With

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

raised a leg and stood on the

truly beautiful. Dying amidst this scenery

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

longer needed

stood on

thought about the moments he shared with

beyond being just "childhood sweethearts." All the good and bad, the joys and sorrows-they had shared countless

her hand and take her hiking. When

the sea, where she would snuggle in his arms, sleeping drowsily, feeling the comfort

body was numb, all