Chasing My Pregnant Wife



It was all his fault! He should have chased after her then. He shouldn't have let her leave alone.

If he had resolutely pursued her, Rosalie wouldn't have run into trouble.

How could he have let her go home alone after she came to find him in the middle of the night?

One moment of hesitation had led to a grave error.

With a thud, Theodore knelt beside the wrecked vehicle. "I'm sorry, Rose! I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I'm a bastard... I'm such a bastard!"

He had lied to her to protect his pathetic pride, causing her pain. Once again, he had abandoned her for another woman, letting her leave on her own.

He finally understood why Rosalie hated him and why she was unwilling to forgive him. He was just a bastard-a thorough and utter bastard!

Every time, he hurt her feelings and even abandoned her. At first, he hurt her for Cynthia, and now it was for Aurora.

He truly didn't deserve her, and he never would. If Rosalie died, he wouldn't live either.

Night fell.

Rosalie had no idea what Vincent was doing in the room. The door was closed, and she didn't want to disturb him.

Just as she was about to go make dinner, she suddenly heard a banging sound. She thought the noise was coming from outside.

Rosalie went to the window to look, but everything was quiet.

Thinking she must have misheard, she turned to head to the kitchen, only to hear the banging sound again.

This time, the noise was continuous but very faint. If one didn't listen closely, it was hardly noticeable.

Rosalie felt that the sound was coming from beneath the floor, so she crouched down and pressed her ear against the ground. Bang! Bang! Bang!

This time, she confirmed that the sound was indeed coming from below.

What could that sound be? Could it be a problem with the foundation underground?

Looking around, Rosalie spotted a door.

She walked over, opened it, and found a staircase leading down to the basement. It was pitch black, seemingly endless. There was a switch at the side.

She reached out and turned on the switch, illuminating the staircase, but it was still quite some distance down.

A shiver ran down Rosalie's spine.

She cautiously began to descend the staircase. The further she went

down, the louder the noise became.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It seemed like she could hear voices coming from below.

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Rosalie felt her hair stand on end and let out a frightened scream. She turned to run back up the stairs.

All of a sudden, the door slammed shut on its own, leaving Rosalie in a state of panic.

She turned to see the dark staircase that seemed to extend into hell, and horrifying images flashed involuntarily through her mind. The more anxious she became, the more she struggled to open the door.

The doorknob seemed to be rusted and wouldn't budge. Was she trapped in this terrifying place? Was she seeing things? Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound continued from below.

"Ahhh!" Rosalie raised her hands and banged on the door desperately. "Vincent, open the door! Vincent!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound seemed to be getting closer and closer. It felt as if it was pounding against her eardrums, right next to her ear.

Rosalie was scared out of her wits.

Her legs went weak, and she almost tumbled down the stairs, but at this moment, the door swung open and a hand yanked her out and into an embrace.

"Ahhh!" Rosalie clung tightly to

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Vincent, trembling all over, cold

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"There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

Vincent held her waist and glanced at the dark staircase, then closed the door behind them. "Who told you to go down there?"