Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Night fell as rain poured down to the earth. Raindrops fell like silver streaks across the dark sky.

In the quiet room, Theodore stood by the window, staring at the raindrops trickling down the glass as melancholy overwhelmed him.

Under the dim lighting, his handsome face looked even more charming amidst the rain.

His eyes were deep and incisive, like a gemstone glittering in the night sky, reflecting the endless pain and sorrow he was feeling with sharp clarity.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if in deep thought. He felt just like a profound riddle that was difficult to solve, as if countless secrets lay underneath those eyes of his.

He stood tall and towering, as resilient as a mountain, and exuding an air of authority with his imposing figure.

Yet, sorrow shone in his eyes, clouding his features with a layer of melancholy and gloom. It felt as though he found solace in the quiet, rainy night.

He held a photograph in his hand, a picture of Rosalie's smiling face. She was smiling so brightly, like the brightest star in the night sky.

A bottle of wine stood on the windowsill.

rupture due to

Rosalie he would never touch alcohol again, and would

in the deep of the night, the pain and sorrow he felt made him unable to

his pain and stopping

wondered, 'are you well

with Sebastian, so much that you've

got the address from Yerick. However, he didn't have the courage to go to the address to

crazy when he got there and saw Rosalie, and how loving she was

had been with Sebastian, as long as he didn't see it for himself, hope would still remain alive

her as a form of revenge against

anger, however, proved futile against his

like that. He gine living with a couldn't

get sweet revenge against Rosalie? For all he knew,

looked at

window pane and smiled