Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Yerick drove, taking Wesley away from the house.

It was only then that Wesley realized the place Yerick had brought him to was desolate, with only a small house in sight. The area was so remote that there were no streetlights.

"Yerry, why did you buy a house here?" Wesley asked.

"It's quiet. I like it," Yerick replied.

"It's quiet, alright, but it's so isolated and with no shops nearby. Did you live here before?" Wesley asked.

"Godfather, this is just a place I come to when I want to clear my head. Plus, with a car, it's easy to go anywhere," Yerick explained.

They had been driving for about ten minutes, but through the car window, Wesley still hadn't seen any other residents. It felt eerily silent.

After a while, the car came to a stop. There were lights here now, but they didn't seem like public streetlights.

let's get out. My mom is just

of them, holding flowers, walked down

The cold wind blew, giving the

with crooked lettering. There was a ring of lights around it, but no other graves were nearby.

the usual cemetery where people were

"Mom, I've come to see you. I'm sorry I'm a bit late today. Some things held me up, and I also brought

come over here and

at the desolate tombstone before him, he felt a tightness in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He gently placed

the tombstone, the name "J" was engraved, with a small inscription beside it: "Dedicated by her

aren't you saying anything?"

why is your mother buried here?" Wesley asked, his voice filled with

peace, so she wouldn't have liked being buried in

I bought it, and I can bury whoever I want here. Godfather