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!"

the sound of a gunshot rang out. Justin had shot himself in the head

one had expected Justin

lying on the ground,

Justin lying in a pool of blood and laughed.

He's so noble."

of sadness rising in his

hated Justin before, at this moment, he

she said, "Yerick, you said one of them had to

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

had sacrificed his life for her. She couldn't let him

numbers were counting