Chasing My Pregnant Wife

The wedding hall was a wreck.

Wesley slapped Theodore hard.

Cynthia jumped up in fright and was about to step forward, but Sydney beat her to it.

"What are you doing?" Sydney stood in front of Theodore. "Are you crazy?"

"Theodore Spencer, just look at what you've done!" Wesley spat. "I can close one eye to your philandering ways, but you've indirectly caused your grandma's death! If you hadn't brought that woman home, my mom wouldn't have died! You fool!"

Wesley had nowhere else to vent his frustrations and could only take it out on Theodore.

Theodore took a few steps back and almost collapsed on the ground, looking as though he had all his energy sucked out of him. He had no words to refute his father.

"Enough, Wesley Spencer!" Sydney yelled. "What right do you have to yell at Theodore? You're a philanderer yourself!"

"My philandering didn't cause my mom's death!" Wesley yanked his tie off, threw it on the ground, and started sobbing loudly. "My mom's dead!" Theodore's head was buzzing, and he instinctively started looking for something.

"Rose..."

But as he looked around him, he realized that Rosalie was gone.

"Rose, where is she?"

the police

go find her. I

out

sounded

Wesley yelled, "Syd!"

turned around and saw Sydney lying on the floor in a

into his arms. He covered her wound, which was bleeding

a shooter

and hauled Sydney into his arms before all of

up in flames

the police as

shot by a gunman, badly wounded,

operated on her

to save Sydney's life, and she ended up in a coma. No one knew when she would wake up, and she was now hooked to a breathing machine in

on the floor, leaning against the

and handed him a bottle

from his hand. "Theo, how did things turn out this way?

someone to investigate the scene, and no one was found to

Wesley suddenly chuckled.