Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Each of these questions pierced Sydney's heart like sharp thorns. She didn't know how to explain these matters to her son, so she could only avoid them.

As she kept avoiding, Theodore lost the motherly care he deserved. Not to mention, he had a father who didn't care about him at all.

Theodore was truly pitiful; both of her sons were.

Sydney had endured a decade of torment, watching Wesley maintain an affair with another woman. Numerous times, she had contemplated divorce, but various reasons kept her from going through with it. Only when Wesley was left with nothing and the mistress had fled did Wesley realize he had been deceived and decided to return to his family, seeking forgiveness from his wife.

But Sydney's heart had already turned to stone. She insisted on a divorce, but Wesley clung to her stubbornly, refusing to let go and disrupting her peace. He even threatened to haunt her even after their separation. Eventually, Sydney grew weary. She agreed to stay married in name only, living separate lives.

one compensate for ten years of suffering? Healing wasn't as simple as solving a math problem. It wasn't a matter of stepping on someone's foot,

had disintegrated into pieces that Wesley's apologies or newfound remorse could never mend. Not all wrongs could be easily forgiven. Sydney could never forgive Geoffrey, nor could she forgive Wesley. But she knew

her child away and deceived her into believing the child was dead; she shouldn't have believed him so easily. Had she questioned Geoffrey, perhaps she wouldn't have missed so many

her, his mother. She could have showered him with love, but she failed to

terrible mother. The guilt and self-reproach consumed her, leaving her in despair and anguish.

She quickly lifted her head, wiped the tears from her face, and slowly rolled down

man in a black uniform standing outside.