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Chapter 6:ROSALIE'S POV~~THREE YEARS LATER~I snapped my eyes open as the plane landed on the runway, my Hermes Birkin Bag clutched tightly in my grip. My gaze was cold and calculated, taking in every detail of the scene around me. The private jet's door opened and a swarm of flight attendants rushed to gather my bags, while I descended the stairs with slow steps. Every fiber of my being was on high alert. Everything had changed since I'd last been here. The cityscape, the air, the atmosphere—everything felt different."Welcome ma'am, Mr. Montgomery wanted to know if you enjoyed the flight in his new jet," a bodyguard said.I turned to face him, my lips curling into a small, cold smile. "Mr. Montgomery is quite generous," I replied. The guard nodded and gestured for me to follow, tapping his earpiece as we walked.Three years had passed since Ezra had sent me away abroad to study further, offering to pay for everything I needed to rebuild my life, return back home and manage one of

ROSALIE'S POV~I stared up at the stark, white ceiling, the tears from my eyes rolling silently down my cheeks. The room swam in a haze of white lights and sterile smells, my body shivering from the cold of the metal table beneath me.I refused the anesthesia the doctor offered, preferring the pain to the numbness. I wanted to feel everything—every needle prick, every tug of the sutures, every throbbing ache—to remind me that this was real. That this pain was mine.The doctor finished his work, pulling the last stitch through my skin with clinical efficiency. He set the needle down and turned to face me, his lips pulling into a thin line. I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall freely. They ran in rivers down the side of my face, pooling in the hollow of my ear. I wanted to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all, but I couldn't. There was nothing left but this empty, hollow pain.“You're done?" My voice was hoarse and gruffy. I snapped my eyes open. “These people are monst

ROSALIE'S POV~"I see..." she muttered to herself, the words reverberating in the car. The suffocating air in the vehicle seemed to grow even thicker and thicker. “I'll help you." Chloe attempted to smile, but her lips remained frozen, unmoved by the effort. I turned away, gazing out the window as the car pulled away, my chest feeling tight and constricted.Chloe parked the car on a side street, a deserted place that would hopefully provide a shield from Damien’s watchful gaze. I dialed my lawyer’s number, who promptly arrived with a fresh set of divorce papers. My fingers trembled slightly as I accepted them, carrying them back to Chloe’s waiting car.Chloe’s hand was firm as she offered me the pen. Her face was impassive, but I could sense the barely contained excitement, like a storm brewing beneath the surface. With a shaky hand, I took the pen and began to sign the papers, my vision blurring as tears formed in the corners of my eyes. The letters on the page seemed to swirl and d

ROSALIE'S POV~Dressed head to toe in concealing layers so I wouldn't be recognized by the public or anyone else, I exited the SUV, casting my gaze around the hospital parking lot. The weight of my dark sunglasses and heavy shawl did nothing to prevent a chill from running down my spine as I realized I was being followed. Four men, dressed casually yet suspiciously, lingered just outside my line of sight. Damien’s men—I was sure of it.These were the same men who I had seen, lingering right outside the mansion when I had driven out. They had traced me! How hadn't I realized that on time?!Every alarm in my head went off at once, screaming danger. He had placed them here to watch me."Fucking asshole!" I muttered under my breath, feeling my heart race. Damien’s insidious control was suffocating, and I knew I needed to escape his lap dogs. But how? My mind raced, struggling to come up with a plan. I couldn’t risk my pregnancy being discovered.I slipped back into the car, glancing aro

ROSALIE'S POV~“You're still up?" “Let's get a divorce, Damien." I interrupted him just before he could continue speaking and I saw his shoulders slump.Damien stared at me in silence, his chest heaving up and down. I had no idea what he was thinking. "Are you out of your mind?" he asked, his voice menacing.I shrugged nonchalantly, descending the last of the stairs to stand before him. “Let's not play this game, Damien. I want a divorce,” I declared, folding my arms across my chest. “And that's final. You can go be with whoever you want. Don't you think this farce of a marriage is stopping you from having an open affair with the woman that you claim to love? Think about it!” Damien's face turned bright red with anger as he closed the distance between us.“Do you think if I wanted to divorce you that much, I wouldn't have done it?” he shouted, his eyes narrowed into slits. “I wouldn’t even blink twice to serve you the divorce papers, Rosaline.”I scoffed, not letting his words affe

ROSALIE'S POV~My heart plummeted as I walked into the lavish banquet hall, my eyes sweeping over the sea of elites, their chattering filled the entire hall as soft music played.My gaze moved to Damien, my husband, who stood beside me ever since we arrived making my heart crack. For the past one hour, he had been glued to his phone, his face never lifting from its screen, a smile spread across his lips. It was a smile I had never seen him direct at me; for the past three years of our marriage.I could feel my chest tightening at the thought of him texting someone else, but I dared not suspect. When Damien finally pocketed his phone and turned to me, I met his gaze with a hard look.His eyes darkened as he spoke, "Don't you know how to fake a smile anymore? Those irritating little smiles of yours that screamed nothing but desperation? We're making an appearance in front of several high calibre people for goodness sake. You must carry this facade on without any slip, Rosalie."His word