Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"And what about you?" Theodore countered. "Rose, when will you finally see what kind of people are around you? Sebastian's two-faced, pretentious, and full of lies. Justin has blood on his hands, with numerous enemies. He's like a ticking time bomb, and both of them will only bring you disaster." Rosalie sneered. "And how much disaster have you brought me? Do you think the mental torment you've caused me isn't enough?"

Theodore gave a bitter smile. "Rose, do you want me to die to make up for the harm I've caused you?"

"No, I just hope you won't bother me anymore. I have my own life now. Whether it's good or bad, it has nothing to do with you. Once upon a time, Grandma was the last connection between us, but now that she's gone, we have nothing left."

She avoided Theodore's gaze.

"You should go now."

Theodore clenched his fists. "If this is what you want, then I understand. I'll stay away from you in the future and won't bother you again, because, as you said, we have nothing left."

With reddened eyes, Theodore turned and left.

moment the door closed, he staggered slightly to the side, nearly falling over. He had to lean against the wall to support himself. He raised his hand

downstairs, he saw Justin lifting Steve high. Steve was laughing happily, and Theodore vaguely heard the child saying, "Dada!" Theodore felt as though someone had poured salt on his already broken heart. How

but deep down, he knew the real reason for his anger: no matter how many fathers the child acknowledged, he was never one

remembered that when he held Steve previously, Steve had also called him "Dada." At that moment, he truly felt like Steve's

wasn't Sebastian putting more effort into

thought, Theodore didn't notice when Justin had walked over with Steve. Only when Justin stood before him did

around Rose? You'll only drag her down! I'm not saying

that Justin would voluntarily leave. He thought Justin was a man of

is Blencalgo. My enemies aren't

Do you plan to stay around

lightly. "You really have a way with words.

was furious, his face