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?

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 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, and closed his eyes to feel

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

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

a leg and stood on the

swayed precariously. It was truly beautiful. Dying amidst this

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

good 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

All the good and bad, the joys and sorrows-they had shared

and take her hiking. When she was tired, he

snuggle in his arms, sleeping drowsily, feeling the

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