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?

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 she choose him

What use was there for Theodore now? Theodore

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

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.

on the windowsill,

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

much and wanted him dead, then he

care of her. She no longer needed him. He had messed everything up, so what was the point of

stood on the

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

sweethearts." All the good and bad, the joys and sorrows-they had

would hold her hand and take her hiking. When she was tired, he

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

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