Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie grew more shaken the more she listened.

"That's why I think you're right not to trust Theodore," Justin went on. "He rushed to defend another woman. How can he have the audacity to say he loves you? If someone truly loves you, they'll stand by your side no matter what. Whether you're right or wrong, they'll hold you in their arms and comfort you first. And in this case, you weren't even at fault. You were the victim."

Rosalie felt a lump in her throat. She rubbed her nose forcefully and said, "I didn't think you'd notice all of this."

"I didn't expect it either," Justin said, pursing his lips. "At the time, I felt completely numb. It's as if all my emotions had been stripped away, leaving me utterly calm. But when I saw Theodore mistreating you, I felt a surge of anger. I wanted to lunge at him and beat him up, but it was like I was just air. He couldn't see me, and I couldn't do anything. I could only watch helplessly as you fell to the ground crying."

Justin's voice was filled with guilt.

Rosalie felt a mix of sadness and gratitude in her heart. "Thank you."

She hadn't expected that Justin had been aware of her grievances even while lying in the intensive care unit. He could tell it wasn't her fault, but Theodore didn't even ask for her side of the story and immediately blamed her for hitting Aurora.

Theodore hadn't changed. He was still the same old Theodore. Even if he claimed to love her, he would still defend other women.

Theodore, there would always be other women.

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being with a man makes you uncomfortable, you must stay away from

Rosalie couldn't help but think of Theodore

hurt her deeply, but Sebastian treated her with such devotion. Yet,

Theodore, it

wrong no longer mattered-they were divorced, and the

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even though Sebastian was incredibly good to her, Rosalie sometimes felt like something was off. Although she knew it might just be her overthinking, Sebastian was so good to her. What more could she

Sebastian's kindness sometimes felt almost too good to be

concluded that she was overthinking. Nothing seemed to please her-good or bad. Perhaps she was