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?

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

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

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

fell gracefully to the ground, unhurried and elegant. The whole world

stood on the windowsill, overlooking the scenery

beautiful.

much and wanted him dead,

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

stood on the

about the past. He thought about the moments he shared

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

hiking. When she was tired, he

see the sea, where she would snuggle in his arms, sleeping

numb, all just because he didn't want to