Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 555

Theodore looked like a lost child, his eyes watery and pitiful.

"Are you so drunk you've forgotten? We're not married anymore," Rosalie said.

He couldn't behave as he used to. And she certainly couldn't, either.

Theodore released her hand, his brow furrowing as he struggled to stand up from the chair, clutching his stomach and doubling over in pain.

Rosalie rushed forward to support him. "I'll take you to the hospital."

Theodore stubbornly shook off her hand. "No."

"Why not?"

"No reason. I just don't want to go."

"Theo, stop being so stubborn," Rosalie said, frowning. "Look at you now."

"What's wrong with me?" Theodore turned his head, a sarcastic smile on his pale face. "It's just stomach pain."

"You know you have a stomach problem, but you drank so much. Are you trying to torture yourself?"

Rosalie was furious. This man didn't even take care of his own body, doing things he knew would hurt him. It was maddening.

"And what about you?" Theodore forced himself to stand straight, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Did you follow my advice and get checked out?"

"Why are you bringing up my health? I'm not feeling unwell."

"Really? I don't believe you. My pain is obvious, but you're hiding yours."

"I'm not," Rosalie said, exhaustion creeping into her voice. "Are you going to the hospital or not? If you don't go, I'm done with you. If you want to be in pain, be my guest."

After all, he brought this on himself. He drank so much and acted out, and he was now complaining of stomach pain and asking for hugs. She felt that he was annoying, acting like a spoiled child.

"Fine. Let me die, then. I don't want to live anyway," Theodore nearly shouted. "Go on. Leave. Don't worry about me. Just go!"

Theodore pushed her away stubbornly.

Rosalie couldn't control her steps and kept walking forward. She then turned around. "Theodore, stop this!"

"You said you were leaving, right? Then just go!"

With a bang, Theodore slammed the door shut.

Rosalie pounded on the door. "Theodore, open the door!"

"No! You wanted to leave, so go! Aren't you sick of me? Then leave!"

He was drunk, acting out of control. Whatever he did now was just a drunken tantrum.

"Theodore, open the door. I need to drive you home. We didn't bring a driver."

"I don't need you. I can get home myself. Take the car and go," Theodore replied impatiently. "What do you want?"

If she left him here, what would happen if he caused more trouble?

"Theodore, what if Grandma gets mad? What will you tell her?"

"I'll take full responsibility," Theodore said, locking the door and sliding

dot it until he sat on the

floor with a thud.

Rosalie heard the sound inside, and pounded on the door harder. "Open the door!"

"No! I'll explain to Grandma. She can

beat

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with her cane if she want

kill me for all I care! I don't

want to live anyway!"

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"You're crazy, What's so bad about living? It's just one failed marriage! It's no big deal! There are plenty of women out there. You're the CEO of SK Enterprise. You could have anyone. Why do this to yourself?" Rosalie argued.