Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Theo, why is your hair still so thick after so many rounds of chemotherapy? Why don't you look tired or haggard at all?" Rosalie asked. She began doubting the truthfulness of Theodore's condition. His explanation made sense to her-until she read that email.

"That's because of the medication. Not all medication causes hair loss. Everyone's bodies react differently," Theodore explained.

"So you're saying that you really underwent chemotherapy?"

"Rose, are you trying to insinuate that I didn't? Are you saying that I lied to you?"

Rosalie took a deep breath and showed him the email attachment. "Take a look. Is this your medical report?"

Theodore took the phone from Rosalie's hands. Shock registered on his face as he read the words on the report. "How did you get this?!"

Theodore's reaction was enough to tell Rosalie that the email attachment was genuine.

"You lied to me, didn't you? You don't have cancer and you didn't undergo chemotherapy. All the more you aren't going for surgery. You're lying to me so I'd keep you company and pity you. No wonder you refused to let me accompany you for your chemotherapy session before! You didn't want to be exposed."

Theodore was dumbfounded.

bitterly. "Theodore Spencer, you're a joke. How could you lie to me again and again? And about your health, of all

only thing Theodore never disappointed

Theodore's arms. The baby cried out of shock

sorry, darling. Don't cry." Rosalie

"Rose, hear me

ovel

through, lying to me even about such things. You accused Sebastian of

headed straight for the door with her

after her. "Rose, hear me out! I wanted to be

it with your explanations.

you that email? The sender is wicked and scheming,"

him back. "Well?

She chuckled bitterly.