Chasing My Pregnant Wife

A week later, Theodore was walking out of a meeting room on his way back to his office.

He glanced at the calendar and realized that today was Justin's death

anniversary.

He had been so busy, he almost forgot about it.

Over the years, Theodore never failed to visit Justin on his death anniversary every year. Each time he visited Justin, he wished he would be able to see

Rosalie, but that never happened.

Theodore felt helplessly fatalistic.

Rosalie would never appear.

He knew Rosalie took with her a fragment of Justin's bones. No matter where she went, Justin would be there with her.

Even if Rosalie didn't appear, Theodore had gotten used to visiting Justin.

He had a glimmer of hope that Rosalie would appear, even if it were only a slight possibility.

Theodore pressed a button on the telecom and said to his secretary, "Bring a cup of coffee in."

Very soon, the secretary came in with a cup of hot coffee without sugar and placed it on the desk.

Theodore closed the file in his hands and said, "Cancel all my appointments in the afternoon. I have something to attend to."

"Mr. Spencer, are you not going to the closing ceremony for the Global Financial Cooperation and Development Summit?"

It was an exchange summit emphasizing the importance of partnerships and development in the global financial industry and driving cooperation between multinational financial institutions. Held once every three years, the event would last an entire day.

Only the most important financial capitalists and domestic business bigwigs were invited. Such high-level executives may not have the time to attend the entire event and would choose to participate only in a particular segment. Theodore was invited to attend the concluding segment and the closing ceremony.

However, visiting Justin was more important to Theodore. Whether he attended the summit or not didn't affect him whatsoever.

Theodore pondered for a moment before saying, "Send the deputy to the closing ceremony. What time does dinner start?"

"At 7.30 pm."

"Call them to inform them that the deputy will attend the closing ceremony on my behalf because I have something to attend to at the last minute. I will attend the dinner at 7 pm."

"Sure. Do you have any other instructions for me?"

"Not for now. You may leave."

"Of course, sir." His secretary left the room.

In the afternoon, Theodore left his office and headed straight to Justin's tombstone.

With a bouquet in hand, Theodore arrived at the tombstone only to find another bouquet of fresh flowers already lying there.

His heart raced as he approached the bouquet and picked it up.

Aside from him, no one else would come visit Justin.

Could it be...

Theodore looked around him and saw that the graveyard was empty except for himself.

The flowers looked as though they had been there for a few hours, all wrinkled and slightly dried up because of the wind.

Was it Rosalie? Was she back?

He had been waiting for her for five whole years. Even if she didn't

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back to see him, she should at least

come back to see Justin.

Each time he came to visit Justin, he yearned to see a bouquet of fresh flowers at his tombstone. At the very least, it would prove that she was here.

Yet, he saw nothing over the past five years.

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Now that he saw a bouquet of fresh flowers, hope reignited in his heart. Yet, he

felt fearful at the same time.

He hoped that Rosalie was back, but he also feared that she was hiding, unwilling to see him.

Five long years had passed, filled

with countless sleepless nights, wondering where she had gone. Theodore yearned for Rosalie's return and told their son the

same but day after day and

after year, they saw no traces of her. Cóntent belongs to noveldrama

He drowned in despair-she would never return. He wondered what he was

holding on to hope for.

In the middle of the night, his heart broke countless times.

For close to 2,000 days and nights, Theodore lived in dire hopelessness.

He couldn't understand anything.

All he knew was that he was all out of hope.