Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore looked up at Sydney, confusion in his eyes. "What's wrong, Mom?"

"Weren't you avoiding her? Why do you want to contact her now?" Sydney asked.

"That was then, this is different now. Grandma's sick, and she needs to know," Theodore insisted; though deep down, he didn't want to admit he still cared for Rosalie and wanted to see her.

No matter how she treated him and how she refused to forgive him-even though she had chosen Sebastian, he couldn't help but miss her.

Sydney could see through his facade. She knew he wanted to reach out to Rosalie. With Rosalie just recovering from surgery, it wouldn't be good for her or her baby to hear about Rebecca's situation.

However, she couldn't tell Theodore about her pregnancy either. If Theodore found out Rosalie was pregnant or that she had undergone surgery without him knowing, it would only bring him pain.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

What worried her most was that if Theodore found out about Rosalie being pregnant with his baby, both her sons and Rosalie would be stuck in a never-ending cycle. And with Geoffrey and Wesley in the mix as well, everything would just spiral out of control.

Things were already messy enough.

"Mom, what is it? Do you have something to say?" Theodore pressed.

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"Yes," Sydney replied. "I will contact Rose, but you cannot reach out to her."

"Why not?" Wesley, not Theodore, asked.

He was confused.

Sydney ignored Wesley, but continued speaking to Theodore. "Theo, do you really think you and her could be together again?"

Theodore tightened his grip on his phone, and tried to temper his anger. "Grandma's illness has nothing to do with that."

"No, it does," Sydney said. "Things could get complicated if you two meet and visit your grandma. She has dementia, and with the way things are between you and Rose,  you might get into a fight at the  slightest trigger, and it could lead to many other issues. If your grandma sees you two fighting, how will she feel?"

Theodore paused, considering her words. "But I can't just keep this from Rose. It's important; she deserves to know."

"I'll tell her," Sydney reassured him, "but you shouldn't see her. After you visit your grandma, you can leave, and Rose can come later. That way, there's no chance for conflict, and your grandma won't have to worry about what's going on between you." 

"Mom, are you saying you don't want me to see Rose? I can keep my emotions in check. I won't cause any trouble." Theodore was determined. "No," Sydney insisted. "Like I said, no one can guarantee how emotions will play out. Even if your grandma has dementia, she's still perceptive. Just a glance between you two could give things away. Do you want to worry her?"

Theodore fell silent, grappling with his mother's logic. She made sense, but he felt a nagging unease.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

She was right. Nothing would change even if he saw Rosalie, seeing as they had such a complicated relationship now. Rosalie definitely wouldn't want to see him anyway.

He had waited for her the whole day before, but she didn't show up. He was devastated.

Since Rosalie didn't want to see him, he figured he shouldn't disturb her.

"I understand, Mom. Just have Rose come after I see Grandma, and I'll leave," Theodore sighed.

Sydney felt a weight lift off her

shoulders. Despite her relief, guilt gnawed at her. She worried about Rosalie's health and truly didn't want Theodore and Rosalie to meet. The truth about Rosalie's pregnancy was known only to her and Rebecca, and she herself wouldn't divulge the matter. 

Meanwhile, due to dementia, Rebecca had even forgotten that Theodore and Rosalie had gotten married, so of course she wouldn't remember about Rosalie being pregnant.

Sydney felt that fate was against Theodore; he and Rosalie had missed so many chances.

After so many lost opportunities, she had to accept that they were not meant to be, and she wouldn't force them to make things work if that was the case.

After almost eleven years together, from being childhood friends to partners, it seemed their paths were now irreparably diverged. Opportunities lost were hard to reclaim, and sometimes letting go was the only choice left.