Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After a year of contractual marriage, Rosalie Young finds herself facing divorce just as she discovers she's pregnant. Her husband, Theodore Spencer, wants to end their union because his first love, Cynthia, has returned. But when Rosalie prepares to sign the papers, a series of unexpected events—and Theodore's increasingly erratic behavior—make her question everything. Is there more to their marriage than she ever knew? And can she protect her secret, and her child, when the truth is far more complicated than a simple love triangle?

Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After a year of contractual marriage, Rosalie Young finds herself facing divorce just as she discovers she's pregnant. Her husband, Theodore Spencer, wants to end their union because his first love, Cynthia, has returned. But when Rosalie prepares to sign the papers, a series of unexpected events—and Theodore's increasingly erratic behavior—make her question everything. Is there more to their marriage than she ever knew? And can she protect her secret, and her child, when the truth is far more complicated than a simple love triangle?

The morning sun filtered weakly through the curtains, doing little to dispel the chill that settled deep within Rosalie Young. Curled under the covers, she gently caressed her belly, a fragile hope blossoming amidst a crushing despair.

Thank God, the baby was okay. Last night, Theodore had been intimate, and Rosalie, despite the growing distance between them, couldn't bear to refuse him after two months apart.

Now, he was already up, a picture of effortless elegance in a custom gray suit. He sat by the window, fingers gracefully sliding across a tablet screen, his focus elsewhere. Rosalie, wrapped tightly in a blanket, watched him, a silent plea in her eyes.

"Are you awake? Let's have breakfast," he asked, his voice calm, devoid of the warmth she longed for.

"Okay," she whispered, a blush rising as she slipped into her pajamas.

In the dining room, the weight of her secret pressed down. She pushed food around her plate, one hand protectively on her belly. Finally, she spoke, but Theodore's voice cut across hers.

"I have something to tell you," they both said, the words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning.