Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore stared at Rosalie silently, unable to speak for a moment.

He was clearly angry, but couldn’t find a way to vent it. Didn’t she just say she didn’t want his child because he himself said he wouldn’t give her one? So, why did he feel so stifled?

Rosalie wiped away her tears and turned to open the door. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Theodore grabbed her wrist. “Where are you going?”

Rosalie forcefully shook his hand off. “You don’t expect me to sleep with you, do you? Obviously, I’m going to sleep in the next room.”

The term ‘husband and wife‘ had lost its meaning between them. There was no point in deluding themselves anymore. Every moment she spent with him was painful.

Rosalie opened the door and left. In the guest room, she lay down on the bed, buried her head in the pillow, and cried bitterly.

Why was she so weak? Why was she crying at a time like this? She hated herself, but she couldn’t control it. Love cut deep. How could it

not hurt?

Rosalie held her chest, feeling as if her heart was being squeezed painfully. As that pain spread to every cell of her body, her lower abdomen also began to ache.

She had a bad feeling. At first, she thought she was just overreacting because she was overly upset. But soon, she realized something was

wrong.

A warm stream of blood was flowing from between her legs.

Quickly getting off the bed, Rosalie rushed into the bathroom and

hurriedly took out her phone, dialing a number.

“Hello, Steph? I’m bleeding!”

“What?” Stephanie immediately reacted and asked anxiously, “How much blood is there?”

“Not much, but… but it’s been continuous.”

“Then, you need to go to the hospital right away. I’ll head over now.”

“Steph, is there anything I can do to ease the bleeding? I’m afraid I won’t make it to the hospital.”

Stephanie hurriedly said, “Don’t panic. Take deep breaths. The more you panic, the worse it gets. Don’t engage in vigorous activity, and whatever you do, don’t run. Also, don’t call an ambulance and have someone drive you to the hospital instead. It’ll be faster that way.”

After ending the call, Rosalie quickly grabbed a coat and left the house.

Don’t run… Don’t run!

She repeated that thought as she took deep breaths, suppressing her fear as she walked to the garage and drove herself to the hospital without letting anyone accompany her. Throughout the journey, she tightly gripped the steering wheel, tears streaming down her face.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. It’s all Mommy’s fault. Mommy shouldn’t have said she didn’t want you. I didn’t mean it.

“I’m sorry, Mommy shouldn’t have called you a tragedy. You’re not. Mommy was just angry at Daddy. I didn’t mean it. Please hold on, I beg you!”

Just then, her phone rang. Unable to check who it was while cho…..-

“Ms. Young, it’s me, Sebastian Carter.”

“Mr. Carter? Did you need something?”

Hearing Rosalie’s trembling voice, which sounded like she was crying, Sebastian worriedly asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Mr. Carter, I don’t have time to talk to you right now. I have an emergency, and I need to get to the hospital. We’ll talk another time, okay? I’m sorry.”

Rosalie immediately hung up and threw the phone aside.

When Rosalie arrived at the hospital, Stephanie was already waiting outside. She wasn’t on duty tonight, but when she received her friend’s call, she had immediately gotten out of bed and hurried to the hospital.

“Rose, why did you drive yourself? What happened to you?!”

Stephanie looked down. When she saw the blood on Rosalie’s pants, her expression turned shocked, and she quickly helped her friend walk into the hospital.