Chapter 206
Chasing My Pregnant Wife
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last night he picked up call and left, no matter how much i thegged and tried to stop him.
so angry, i secretty fallowed him. I saw how anxious he wÄ Å¼ adout Cynthia. He grabbed fær
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one heart
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as a destan One who always strives to semete in all things be treated me very
well, and the listened to all my gut. I even thought that he lived
He had a strong sense of responsity, and he feels responsible for me. But at the end of the thy his
sense of imponibility for me canât The compared to stove for Cynthia fully understand that â
Tomalle armies, fut fears fall down her cheeks.
was to stupid couldnât offerentiate what we
was my imagination. I was tricked by the illusion of love. I kept thinking that what I felt must be real,
but I eventually realized that my affection had been unrequited all along. He had never loved me as
much as I loved him. I was delusional to think I could make him fall
for me.â
Rosalie smiled selfâderisively.
Sebastian remained silent. He knew the best thing he could do right now was just to listen to her.
He didnât question her, which in turn made Rosalie speak even more.
âGuess what? I was evenâ¦jealous that Cynthia had his love. For a moment, I wanted to fight with
Cynthia and see who would emerge the victor.â
Rosalie gripped the sheets, pain and fury rising from her heart. She was a living, breathing woman
who loved Theodore with all her heart. How could she not be angry in such a situation? She
couldnât stop herself from thinking that way.
âBut after I calmed down, I found this all laughable. If a man truly loved me, there would be no need
for me to fight with another woman for his love. And if he didnât, why should I fight tooth and nail
with another woman for such a man? He wouldnât love me no matter how hard I fight. Iâd only end
up hurt.â
Rosalie grit her teeth; large drops of tears fell from the corner of her eyes.
Sebastian furrowed his brows. As if infected by Rosalieâs mood, he felt a deep sorrow and
compassion for her.
He stretched his arms out, wanting to hug her. However, she curled up into a ballâas if she were
trying to isolate herself from the world, not letting anyone near.
If he hugged her right now, he would surely frighten her.
Sebastian eventually put his arms down.
âRose, Iâll beat him up for you.â
That seemed to be the only thing Sebastian could do for her. He really wanted to beat Theodore up
and curse at that man. Why didnât Theodore treasure a woman so wonderful, whom others couldnât
have as much as they desired her?
At the same time, Sebastian wanted to curse himself for feeling thankful that Theodore was finally
going to divorce Rosalie.
She would be a free woman tomorrow, no longer bound to another
man.
Theodore didnât even know that Rosalie was carrying his child. From tomorrow on, she and her
child would have nothing to do with him.