Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Night fell upon the villa. The room was filled with gloom.

Aurora was curled up on the bed, her body shaking as tears fell from her cheek. Her sobs resounded in every corner of the room, turning the air cold and desolate.

Her face had lost its color; pale and weak, like an abandoned, wilted flower. Her eyes were red and swollen like two blood-red rubies, filled with deep hatred and sorrow.

Her hair hung disheveled by her cheeks, looking like a lifeless waterfall, unkempt and sluggish.

"Why? Theo, why aren't you back yet?

"Even if I'm just a replacement to you, you should at least pity me a little. How could you just forget about coming back after going off to look for Rosalie?

"Did you find her? Are you two having the time of your lives together now?"

Anger burned in Aurora's chest as her face twisted with agony.

All she could feel was the helplessness of being abandoned and the pain of being betrayed. All those feelings attacked her relentlessly, breaking her spirit thoroughly.

in her heart like a blazing fire,

still thinking about her when she's mamed to another

find her disgusting? Her womb carried the

sorrow melted into the darkness. She was

anger.

like a graveyard consumed by an

me like this? Why? Why must I love a

man she loved only having eyes for Rosalie made

a murderer who broke her

hand, had become a whore, a shameless

through her heart

been in a few relationships before and had a few boyfriends, but none of those experiences brought her as much pain as this. As it turns out, her previous relationships weren't true love. What she shared with those men

True love hurts.

sent her to a bottomless pit of hopelessness, where her spirit was battered

hurt so much. Being another woman's