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?

years together couldn't compare to her few months with Sebastian. That was the difference. She had

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 face, and closed his eyes to

the beam of light, arriving at the window. With a whoosh, he opened the window, lifted his head, and

unhurried and elegant. The whole world was so peaceful. Despite that, why did people still experience such pain? So

a leg and stood on the windowsill, overlooking the

tall body swayed precariously. It was truly beautiful. Dying amidst this scenery didn't

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

who would take good care of her. She no longer needed him. He had messed everything up, so

stood on

thought about the moments he shared with Rosalie over the past ten

being just "childhood sweethearts." All the good and bad,

would hold her hand and take her hiking.

her to see the sea, where she would snuggle in his arms, sleeping drowsily, feeling

his body was numb, all just