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.

and even suffered from a case of gastrointestinal rupture due to

never touch alcohol again, and

sorrow

and stopping himself from jumping off the balcony

wondered, 'are you

happy with Sebastian, so much that you've completely forgotten

Yerick. However, he didn't have the

he got there and saw Rosalie, and how loving she was with

way to protect himself was to not find her at all. No matter how her life had been with Sebastian, as long as he didn't see it for himself, hope would still

did consider finding a random woman and marrying her as a form of

anger, however, proved futile against his calm

He

revenge against Rosalie? For all he knew, Rosalie might feel relieved. "Theodore Spencer, you had it

looked at himself

window pane and smiled