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?

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

her was real. What use was there for Theodore now? Theodore looked

at the window. With a whoosh, he opened the window, lifted his head,

sunlight was 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, why did people still experience such pain? So much so that they didn't

on the windowsill,

was truly beautiful. Dying amidst this scenery

much and wanted him dead,

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

stood on the

past. He thought about the moments he shared with Rosalie over the past ten years.

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

hand and take her hiking. When

snuggle in his arms, sleeping

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