Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore stayed in the hospital room a little longer with Rebecca. Eventually, Sydney called him out.

"Theo, you should go home and rest," she urged.

"Mom, it's fine. I want to stay with Grandma longer."

"I know you want to be here, but you need to take care of yourself. Look at you! Grandma's worried. She asked me to tell you to go home and rest," Sydney said gently.

Theodore had lost weight, and Wesley couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the sight. "Theo, your mom is right. You should rest, especially since you were injured so badly. Don't make Grandma worry."

"Yeah," Sydney continued. "Once you go back, I'll call Rose to come over."

"Mom, you really think I shouldn't see Rose, don't you?" Theodore asked, his voice heavy with disappointment.

Sydney sighed softly, and patted his shoulder. "Theodore, Rose has been through so much pain, and now you're suffering too. What do you think will happen if you see each other? Do you think you can get back together? If not, it'll only prolong your pain."

Despair crept into Theodore's heart. Even his mother didn't support him; no one was on his side, and he felt utterly alone. His friends seemed to think he deserved this. If that were the case, what was left to salvage? He truly had brought this on himself.

He closed his eyes in anguish, took a deep breath, and said, "I understand. I'll leave now."Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Dragging his weary body, he slowly walked out of the hospital. Sydney watched him go, a deep sadness filling her heart.

Wesley stepped forward, and gently squeezed her shoulder. "Sydney, why are you preventing Theo from seeing Rose? Don't you want them to be together?"

Wesley had wanted to speak up for a while, but Sydney had said what she did, and he had always let her take the lead whenever she was around. It wasn't until Theodore left that he finally found his voice.

Wiping a tear from her eye, Sydney replied, "Yes, they shouldn't see each other anymore. You've seen how

things are between them. Even if et

they forced themselves to be together, it would just end up like

us full of pain. What's the point in that?"

Wesley felt his heart ache, sighing, "I'm sorry for making you suffer for so long."

He glanced at the time. "Looks like we won't be getting divorced today; let's aim for tomorrow instead."

Sydney peered through the glass at Rebecca in the room. "Even if we get divorced now, it wouldn't mean much. We've agreed to take turns caring for your mom. Let's wait a while longer."

Rebecca had helped her so much. Thanks to her, Sydney had a secure life and a promising future. Although Rebecca had pushed her toward marrying Wesley, Sydney had also been willing at the time, so she didn't blame Rebecca; she simply had misjudged her partner.

Sydney held deep respect for Rebecca.

Just the other day, she had held Wesley's hand, fabricating a reconciliation in front of Rebecca. If she turned around and divorced him immediately, she would feel like a fraud, which would weigh heavily on her conscience.

For the time being, this marriage needed to continue. Once Rebecca's condition worsened and she forgot more, they could get a divorce.

Dementia would only get worse

initially, it might just be little things, but over time, it would become everything, and personalities could change.

Wesley felt a rush of joy-Sydney was choosing not to divorce him for now. He wasn't sure how long this would last, but it was good news for him.

Yet, once the elation subsided, guilt washed over him. He shouldn't be happy; Sydney's thoughts stemmed from Rebecca's illness.

With his mother suffering from dementia, how could he truly be glad? He berated himself internally for being a bastard.