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?

who could be discarded at a crucial moment. Their ten years together couldn't compare to her few months with

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

stumbled toward the beam of light, arriving at

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

and stood on the windowsill, overlooking the

tall body swayed precariously. It was truly beautiful. Dying amidst this scenery

him dead, then he would

no longer needed

on the

reminiscing about the past. He thought about the moments he

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

and take her hiking.

she would snuggle in

still even if his body was numb, all just