Sebastian knew that Rosalie was only saying these things because she was desperate, not out of malice. He could sense that the person most hurt by her words was herself.Theodore’s eyes were almost bloodshot with barely contained rage, but suddenly, he started laughing. “Hahaha! Rosalie, you’ve made yourself out to be the victim here. It’s like you’re accusing me of cheating, but you’ve been with this man all along. You have no right to stand here crying and acting all innocent in front of me!”Rosalie could feel his heartless words stabbing her right in the chest. She was in so much pain that she could barely breathe.Sebastian was furious. Theodore was a complete bastard! He wanted to punch him or at least yell at Theodore, but he knew that arguing now would solve nothing. Everyone was too angry, and it would only make things worse for Rosalie.So, Sebastian held back. Instead, he grasped Rosalie’s hand to comfort her.Rosalie wiped the tears from her eyes, and smiled calmly
Rosalie sneered, "Do you think this is fair to Cynthia? She’s waiting in the hospital, hoping you’ll divorce me. You promise her every time, but you keep breaking your word. Have you ever thought about how she feels? How can you be with her if you don’t divorce me?”“Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything with Cindy,” Theodore said nonchalantly, adjusting his sleeve. “Even if I don’t divorce you, I can still have a wedding with Cindy. As for you and me, our marriage is just in name only. You can stay alone, while Cindy and I go on with our lives.”“Theodore, you’re despicable,” Sebastian seethed, his anger boiling over. “You’re hurting both Rose and Cynthia. You’re a real bastard!”“Yes, I'm a bastard!” Theodore's eyes were cold, and he let out a mocking laugh. “Things are already this way, so what's the worst that can happen now?"He straightened up, his voice turning icy. “Rosalie, since you don’t want to come back with me, stay here. Don’t bother going to the clerk's office tomorro
Rosalie walked slowly towards Theodore’s car and got into the passenger seat. Theodore glanced at her coldly, his expression hard and unyielding.“Put your seatbelt on,” he commanded icily.Usually, he might have buckled it for her. But this time, he only reminded her. Their relationship had long since spiraled into a deep abyss.Rosalie numbly fastened her seatbelt and slumped against the seat, staring at the rearview mirror. In it, she saw the solitary figure of Sebastian standing in the darkness, filled with worry.Closing her eyes in pain, Rosalie turned her head away.Sebastian stood still until the sports car disappeared from view. He didn’t move an inch.Footsteps approached from behind. Yvonne, half-asleep, walked over. She rubbed her messy hair, and looked at Sebastian in confusion.“Why are you outside? What happened?”She had been sleeping soundly when she heard some commotion. Coming downstairs, she found the large gate open. She saw Sebastian standing outside, star
Rosalie saw Theodore’s dark expression, and feared he might throw her down the stairs. In the past, she would have been sure Theodore wouldn’t do something like that. But now, everything was different. This man might do anything, including throwing her down the stairs.Why else would he stop here? She couldn’t shake the thought.Theodore stared at her in silence, his black eyes so deep and inscrutable they looked like a dark, cold sea.Rosalie swallowed hard, her heart pounding in fear. She glanced at the staircase, dreading the thought of being thrown down. If he did, she’d be severely injured, and the baby wouldn’t survive.Compared to Theodore, she was physically weak and couldn’t possibly fight back. If he wanted to throw her, he could do it as easily as tossing a small bird.Driven by maternal instinct to protect her unborn child, she clutched Theodore’s collar. Her eyes were wide with fear. “Let’s not fight anymore tonight, okay?”She resolved to endure whatever it took
Theodore had always been strong. Even though Rosalie felt tired in his arms, she couldn’t see any signs of fatigue on his face.After a while, his gaze shifted away from her face, and he carried her away. He carried her all the way back to their room, laying her roughly on the bed. Though his actions were a bit harsh, the bed was soft, and she didn’t feel uncomfortable.However, from his demeanor, she knew he was angry.Theodore was still in his suit; a few buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his strong chest. He stood with his hands on his hips, glaring coldly at Rosalie on the bed.He wanted to say something to her, but seeing her panicked face and clutching the blanket, he gritted his teeth and dropped his hands. Then, he impatiently threw his jacket aside.Rosalie wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, adopting a defensive posture.They were getting divorced tomorrow, but Theodore had brought her back to their shared bedroom. Was he planning to spend the night here?She
Rosalie quickly shifted away from him, putting some distance between them. Her expression was wary as she asked, "What are you doing?""You told me to rest, right? This is my room and my bed. Of course I'm going to lie down here!"The usually dignified man now seemed like a spiteful troublemaker, shameless and unreserved. Strangely, it carried an undeniable allure about him.Rosalie had the urge to reprimand him, but she couldn't find a reason to argue back. It was indeed his home, and she would move out after the divorce."Fine, since this is your room, you sleep here. I'll leave," she said. She would sleep in the guest room. At this point, she didn't care that tonight was their last night together. Things between her and Theodore had gotten ugly, and nothing else mattered.Theodore gripped her wrist tightly as she moved to get off the bed. Despite her attempts to free herself, she found it impossible.Rosalie frowned. "What are you doing?"Theodore noticed how often she had
Rosalie gently rubbed her fingertip over that shallow scar, feeling a pang in her heart. Involuntarily, she recalled the chaotic scene when he had rushed forward without hesitation.She couldn't forget how Theodore had hurt her, but neither could she forget his kindness. The mixture of good and bad was undoubtedly painful and confusing. She would rather blindly remember his goodness and forget the bad, or only recall his faults and become extremely angry. But she couldn't be that simple, nor could she be extreme. She was stuck in the middle, stuck remembering both his good and bad deeds. So, she consistently wavered without a firm stance. In the end, she was the one who would get hurt the most.Theodore grabbed her hand, seeing the sadness in her eyes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, a suffocating despair. Yes, it was despair, he carefully considered. It seemed like he had indeed fallen into despair, his body and soul submerged in her sorrowful gaze.What did he
She didn't understand why Theodore suddenly brought up this matter. Even if she had such thoughts, what difference did it make to him? Hadn't he also once misunderstood her, thinking her to be a malicious and evil woman?"Hah." Theodore suddenly laughed, his smile particularly scornful. "Yes, I did want to throw you down and break you to pieces."Since he thought so, there was nothing left for her to explain. The gap between them wasn’t one that would go away with some explanations. Once they were divorced, everything would be over. These tangled affairs that couldn't be cleared up would never happen again!After the divorce, she would finally be able to avoid further turmoil with him once she distanced herself from him.Rosalie turned away, and laid on her side. She bit her fingernails as tears streamed down her face.-The next day was the day of their divorce.Both Rosalie and Theodore got up early, and silently had breakfast together.They were both very calm. It was thei