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?

he was a despised ex-husband, someone who could be discarded at a crucial moment. Their ten years together couldn't compare to her few

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

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

brilliant, the scenery perfect. Trees stood towering 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,

a leg and stood on the windowsill, overlooking the scenery

It was truly beautiful. Dying amidst

him dead, then he would die.

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

stood on

the moments he shared with

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

her hand and take her hiking. When she was tired,

she would snuggle in his arms, sleeping drowsily,

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