Chasing My Pregnant Wife



Rosalie wiped the tears from her face, and left his embrace. "Seb, maintaining this marriage might also cause you pain. Won't you regret it?" Sebastian took her hand and gently caressed her fingers. "I won't regret it. Being with you is my greatest happiness. I will treat you and the child well."

Rosalie closed her eyes in pain and nodded resignedly. "Alright, I promise I won't divorce you."

After saying this, Rosalie opened her eyes again. "But Seb, if one day you regain your memory and want to divorce me, you can tell me. You can change your mind."

This statement sounded particularly harsh to Sebastian. How cruel Rosalie was, always wanting to divorce him.

He had given so much for her, but she was unwilling to give him even a little love in return. Even the tiniest bit of love would be enough; just a moment where she considered him her true husband. Even if she was unwilling to share a bed with him, a kiss wasn't too much to ask. But she wasn't willing to give even that.

"Alright, I understand," Sebastian said earnestly. "Rose, if there ever comes a day I want to divorce you, I'll tell you. But until then, never mention divorce to me. You will always be my wife."

Rosalie nodded. "Alright, Seb, I agree."

Sebastian held her tightly in his arms, as if afraid she would run away. He wished he could merge her into his body. "Rose, from now on, my life is yours. I'll do whatever you ask."

Rosalie silently rested in his arms. After a pause, she said quietly, "Things have reached this point. We can't go back anymore."

She could never reconcile with Theodore. Even if Theodore were alive now, he would undoubtedly hate her.

In the best case scenario where Theodore didn't hate her, there was still no chance for them to be together anymore.

Sebastian had given so much for her. If she divorced Sebastian, it would inevitably hurt him as well.

If this marriage could bring

Sebastian happiness, then she

would let it continue. She didn't want to hurt anyone else anymore. After all, even if she divorced Sebastian, she wouldn't marry anyone else.

Thinking about it, it was truly laughable. In this world, someone always had to get hurt. If you didn't want to Kurt others, you would end up hurting yourself. If you didn't want to cause others pain, you would end up causing pain to yourself.

Rosalie was hospitalized, and the surgery was scheduled for the day after tomorrow.

That night, Rosalie tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. She turned her head and saw Sebastian sleeping on the sofa not far away, guarding her closely.

Rosalie sighed softly and took out her phone, trying once more to call Theodore, but the call could not be connected.

She wiped away the tears that were streaming down her face uncontrollably. She thought, 'Theodore, where are you now? Are you alive or dead?'

Rosalie curled up under the covers, worried that Sebastian might hear her crying. She wiped away her tears, and found Sydney's phone number. She wrote a text message.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

[Mom, I'm having surgery the day after tomorrow. If not, the baby will be in danger. I don't know how the surgery will turn out. If you know where Theo is, please tell me before my surgery. I'm really worried about him]

After sending the message, Rosalie silenced her phone and huddled up, sobbing quietly.

Several minutes passed, and the phone screen suddenly lit up. Sydney was calling her.

Rosalie's heart leaped with joy. She was about to answer, but remembering that Sebastian was still on the sofa, she knew taking the call would wake him.

So, she carefully got out of bed and only answered once she was outside the ward. "Hello, Mom."