Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Rose," Justin suddenly said, raising the gun to his head. "We haven't known each other for long. I'm not a good person, and I deserve to die. Don't be too sad when I'm gone."

"Justin, what are you doing?" Rosalie shouted. "No! I forbid it!"

"Rose, remember, I made this choice. I want you to live. Goodbye." Justin's eyes were filled with tears as he gazed at the woman he loved. The hand he was using to hold the gun was trembling.

He wasn't afraid of death; rather, he feared not being able to see her again. He was reluctant to die, but he knew he had to. Even if his death could only give Rosalie a faint hope of survival, he had to do it.

"Justin, no! Don't!" Rosalie struggled desperately to break free from the handcuffs. The skin on her wrists was cut open, and fresh blood seeped out. Justin couldn't bear to let Rosalie fall into such a painful choice. No matter who she chose, she would be in despair, so he decided to end his own life. "Rose," Justin cried as he looked at her tearfully. "I... I..."

He wanted to tell her, "I love you," but telling her those three words before his death would only increase her burden, making her even more miserable.

In the end, he swallowed the words like they were blades. "Rose, close your eyes. Don't look."

"No! No! Justin!"

gunshot rang out. Justin had shot himself in the head and

one had expected Justin to end

on the ground, crying out in heart-wrenching agony. "Justin, no! You can't

at Justin lying in a pool of blood and laughed. "Rose, what should we do now?

He's so noble."

strong sense of sadness rising

this moment, he felt that Justin was greater than

them had to die. New Justin is dead. Are you satisfied? I chose for Justin to die. Is

was alive and they were in danger. Though Rosalie's heart was full of despair and pain,

sacrificed his life for her.

was terrifyingly silent. The numbers were counting