"It's not what you think! Yes, the tissue is wet, but it's just sweat. If you don't believe me, feel it!" Rosalie stepped forward, holding out the soaked tissue.Theodore sighed and shook his head, rubbing his aching forehead."Stay back," Wesley said, pulling Sydney behind him protectively. The couple looked at Rosalie as if she were a wild animal. "You two can handle your private matters on your own. We're leaving.""No, really, we didn't do anything!" Rosalie insisted, hurrying after them. "Touch it, you'll see. It's just water! It's not sticky at all. If you don't believe me, check Theodore's pants. They're still on."Theodore groaned internally, wishing he could disappear or dig a hole to hide in.Hearing the word "sticky," Wesley and Sydney quickened their pace, practically running away.As Rosalie continued to chase after them, Theodore called out, "Rose."She stopped and turned, "What?""Let it go. Let them think what they want."Rosalie frowned. "But they misunderstoo
Wesley withdrew his hand awkwardly. Seeing Rosalie nearby, he gave her a resigned smile and stepped away from Sydney.Rosalie approached them. "Hello, Mr. Spencer, Mrs. Spencer."Sydney frowned, setting down her teacup. "Why are you calling us that? It's only been a few days, and you don't recognize us anymore?"Rosalie forced herself to smile. "Theo and I are divorced now, so..."At the mention of their divorce, Wesley and Sydney exchanged glances. They didn't seem particularly surprised, as if they already knew."I heard about it from Mom," Sydney said calmly. "But even after the divorce, you still call her 'Grandma.' Why don't you call us Mom and Dad anymore? Are you playing favorites?""Huh? I..." Rosalie was taken aback. Sydney seemed upset, and Rosalie hurried to explain, "I didn’t mean to, I just..."She had never heard this perspective before. Usually, people talked about parents or in-laws playing favorites, not the daughter-in-law."That’s enough, Sydney. Don't scare
"Theo and I are indeed living separately. I don't live here anymore. I just came by to pick up some things and check on him," Rosalie explained.Sydney raised an eyebrow. "Really? You came to check on him, and conveniently left the door open while getting all cozy?"Rosalie blushed. "It's not what it looked like. I...""Enough, no more explanations," Sydney interrupted. "Whatever the case, you two looked pretty intimate. If you're so reluctant to part, why did you get divorced in the first place?""I..."Sydney's tone was aggressive, and Rosalie struggled to respond kindly."Why aren't you saying anything? Or do you enjoy the thrill of being divorced, free to play around outside while still getting close to Theo?" she went on.Her words were dripping with sarcasm.Rosalie felt a pang of discomfort. She furrowed her brow slightly, trying to stay calm and polite. "That's not my intention. I don't know why you think that way, but my conscience is clear," she said.She had only
Rosalie clenched her fists. "I have no intention of ruining your relationship with Theo. Why would I do that? I don't know what's wrong with you today—if you're in a bad mood, or someone has upset you—but I haven't done anything wrong. I don't think you should be treating me like this," she said firmly."So you're saying it's my fault?" Sydney stood up, her high heels clicking sharply as she walked over to Rosalie. Sydney was already taller, and in her ten-centimeter heels, she towered over Rosalie. Looking down, she said coldly, "Now that you're divorced, you think you don't have to respect me as your mother-in-law anymore?"Rosalie bit her lip and looked up, meeting her gaze head-on, not backing down. "I never thought that. Please speak to me properly.""Speak properly?" Sydney scoffed. "Are you telling me how to talk? It seems your grandmother has spoiled you too much. You don't know your place. Today, I need to teach you a lesson!"As Sydney raised her hand, Rosalie was s
Sydney retorted, "She divorced you quietly—that's her first mistake. Coming back after the divorce to do those things with you—that's her second mistake. Deliberately trying to ruin our mother-son relationship—that's her third mistake. So tell me, why can't I discipline her?"Hearing his mother's unreasonable arguments, Theodore's face turned cold with anger. "First, it was me who wanted the divorce. I'm the one who betrayed our marriage! Second, this house belongs to Rose, not me or you. You’re the guests here, she's the owner, and I'm staying in her house. She kindly helped me with my injuries. We didn't do anything improper. "Third, she never tried to ruin our relationship. You've been distant since I was a child because of Dad. We barely see each other in a year! You're the one who distanced yourself from me. You didn't care about our relationship. I wanted to see you during holidays and on my birthdays, but you were never there!"As he said the last few sentences, his emotio
Sydney never imagined her son would speak to her this way. She hadn't realized just how much sadness he harbored in his heart.She fell silent for a long time, unable to find the right words to say. Her gaze shifted from Theodore, and she finally looked down, unsure how to face him. Though she was a mother and Theodore was already in his twenties, she seemed almost childlike at this moment, lost and uncertain.After a while, she said, "You've always been so independent. Besides, we had plenty of servants to take care of you. You didn't need me around."Rosalie frowned, feeling a surge of irritation. Sydney's words were grating. Having servants didn't excuse neglecting one's child—it wasn't a valid reason! Rosalie understood that Sydney had been unhappy in her marriage, but bringing a child into the world meant taking responsibility and providing ample love. A child shouldn't bear the burden of their parents' marital woes.However, discussing this now wouldn't change anything.
However, Rosalie had already decided to secretly have this child no matter what. She was determined to give her child all her love, and never let him grow up feeling neglected. But now, a new fear crept into her heart: Would her child resent her one day? Would her child blame her for bringing him into a broken family?Rosalie's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she clutched the fabric of her dress tightly. She was so anxious, she didn't even notice Wesley trembling with anger.Slap!Before anyone could react, Wesley struck Theodore hard across the face. The sound echoed in the room, making Rosalie’s heart jolt. She rushed forward, spreading her arms to shield Theodore. "Dad, please, let’s talk this out! Don’t use violence!" she cried. Sometimes, the more guilty a person felt, the louder and angrier they become. Wesley seemed to fit this mold perfectly. His fury was intense, but so was his guilt. After hitting Theodore, he immediately felt regret.Theodore's chee
"It's my fault. I'm the most useless one. If I hadn't married into the Spencer family, none of this would have happened. I'm the one who's a burden!" Then, Sydney turned and ran."Sydney!" Wesley was about to chase after her, but then turned back. He pointed angrily at Theodore. "Look at what you've done! Your mother came all this way to see you out of kindness, and you have the nerve to say she doesn't care about you! "If she didn't care, she wouldn't have come all this way! I admit I'm at fault, but since I've already walked down the wrong path, you shouldn't have followed what I did. But now, you've gone and done it again. Luckily, Rose doesn't have any children, or they'd end up like you—a curse!"There was not just anger in Wesley's eyes but also sadness—more so, a sense of resignation. After speaking, he turned to chase after Sydney."Sydney, wait!" Wesley caught up, grabbing her hand and pulling her back. "Don't run away!""Let go of me!" Sydney tried to break free with
In the dead of night, the room was eerily silent.Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed, completely bare, smoking a cigarette.The torn pieces of Rosalie's wedding dress were strewn across the floor. Her hands were still cuffed to the bed, and she looked disheveled.Her hair was damp with sweat, and her eyes were swollen and red. Her entire face was haggard and devoid of color, her lips bearing deep bite marks that had already scabbed over.She lay motionless on the bed in the shape of a limp starfish. If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest proving she was still breathing, she could have been mistaken for a corpse.Sebastian stood up.He walked over to Justin's body and pressed his foot against his back."Justin, did you see how I claimed Rose? Did you hear her cries? I enjoyed them so much."Sebastian's sinister smile was especially terrifying. Even Justin's blood-soaked corpse lying on the ground wasn't as horrifying as the smile of a living man."What made you think you coul
Sebastian forcefully turned Rosalie's head back."Can't bear to look?" He deliberately turned up the volume on his phone to the maximum, and a series of moans could be heard.Sebastian threw the phone aside and lifted her dress."What are you trying to do? Let go of me!" Rosalie twisted her body, struggling weakly."Of course, I'm going to cherish my bride." Sebastian smiled sinisterly. His face was terrifying, devoid of the gentleness it once held, with only cruelty remaining."Rose, I'm your husband too. You slept with Theodore, you slept with Justin—why won't you sleep with me? This isn't fair! But no matter. From now on, you're my woman, and only I can touch you. I'll be the last man you'll ever have!"Then, he ripped Rosalie's wedding dress apart."Sebastian, I'm your cousin! You're crazy!"Hearing those words, Sebastian's gaze grew even more ruthless, and he laughed hysterically. "So what? I don't care! Rose, I've long since gone mad!""Oh, right, let me tell you something." Seb
It felt like an eternity had passed.Rosalie slowly opened her eyes, her head throbbing.Her vision was blurry, and the first thing she saw was a face she knew all too well—a face she hated with every fiber of her being.Sebastian noticed that Rosalie had woken up. He smirked as he stepped into the room and tossed her onto the bed.She was still wearing her wedding dress. The voluminous skirt cascaded onto the floor as she lay there, utterly powerless, unable to move even a single finger."Justin…" She tried to call his name, but no sound came out.She was overwhelmed by anguish. It felt as if countless knives were slicing through every nerve in her body. Tears streamed down her face.A large hand gripped her shoulder, flipping her over and pinning her down on the bed.Her vision gradually cleared.Sebastian shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside before pressing himself down on top of her. He seized both her wrists and pinned them to the sides."Rose, when we got married, we never
Sebastian handed Rosalie over to his subordinates, then pointed his gun at Justin."No!" Rosalie sobbed as she pleaded, "Sebastian, don't kill him! Please, don't kill him. I'll do whatever you want—just don't kill him, please!"Justin was already at death's door. Blood pooled around him, its bright red hue more striking than a wedding carpet. The petals scattered on the ground were stained crimson, painting a scene of utter devastation."Really?" Sebastian stepped closer to Rosalie and grabbed her by the throat before pressing his lips against hers.Rosalie struggled with all her might and attempted to bite him."Didn't you say you'd do anything to keep him alive? Then behave yourself!"His lips trailed down to her neck.Rosalie was firmly restrained by two men, leaving her unable to resist. All she could do was endure the humiliation Sebastian was forcing upon her.As long as Justin could be spared, she didn't care what happened to her. However, that sliver of desperate hope was shatt
Rosalie's trembling hands pressed against Justin's wound. She lifted her head, looking around frantically, but she had no idea who had fired the shot. The place was in chaos, with everyone already gone, leaving behind a scene of devastation.Everything had happened too fast. There had been no time to react."Justin!" Rosalie sobbed uncontrollably. "I… We need to get to the hospital. I'll take you to the hospital."She tried to lift him, but no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't move him.Justin lay in her arms, too weak to rise."Rose…" He grasped her hand. "You need to go. Don't worry about me. It's not safe here.""No! I won't leave! I'm not going anywhere!" Rosalie shouted in anguish. "Justin, you have to hold on! I'll take you to the hospital—I will!"Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to carry him on her back."Rose, listen to me." Justin's trembling hand grasped her wrist with all the strength he had left. "If I die… Don't be sad. I'll always be in your hear
Half an hour later, Rosalie leaned on Justin for support as she walked out, her legs weak."This is all your fault, Justin," she grumbled."Yes, it's my fault," he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.Rosalie felt both frustrated and utterly in love with this man. He always sent her on a high, yet she could never get enough of him.Hand in hand, they stepped onto the red carpet, where the officiant was already waiting for them. The only people present were the staff who had set up the wedding.They had invited no one, nor did they need to. From this day forward, Rosalie and Justin would be each other's entire world.As the wedding march played, Rosalie held Justin's arm and slowly walked down the aisle. Her eyes turned red.She was about to become Justin's wife. She was so happy.Sensing her trembling, Justin gently squeezed her hand and patted it reassuringly.Their gazes locked, filled with nothing but love.When they reached the altar, the officiant looked at the couple standing befo
Rosalie and Justin's wedding day arrived at last.They had chosen a quiet location and hired a team to set up an outdoor ceremony. A long tunnel of lush green branches and fresh flowers stretched ahead, with a red carpet laid beneath. Ribbons tied to the flower stems swayed gently in the breeze, filling the air with romance.This was a wedding just for the two of them. In their eyes, no one else existed.After the makeup artist finished working on Rosalie, she admired her handiwork and said, "Miss Young, you look absolutely stunning! This look suits you so well."Just then, Justin stepped into the room. Rosalie turned her head at the sound of his arrival and smiled at him tenderly before speaking to the makeup artist. "You can go ahead and take care of other things. I'd like to have a moment alone with my future husband.""No problem, but don't take too long! Don't forget about the auspicious hour," the makeup artist reminded her with a cheerful smile before gathering her tools and lea
Rosalie's heart pounded wildly with excitement. She clutched the blanket tightly and bit her lip as she stared at him fixedly. She looked both shy and alluring.He was already handsome enough without a suit, but the moment he put one on, he was breathtaking. That tall, commanding figure, the firm muscles, the strikingly handsome face—every inch of him exuded charm."Baby." Justin roughly yanked the blanket off Rosalie.She gasped in shock, wrapping her arms around herself as if terrified. Her eyes also seemed to flash with panic. "What are you doing?"She looked frightened and inched backward, as if he were forcing himself on her.Rosalie's features lent her a soft, feminine beauty. Now, with that timid and vulnerable expression, she looked so fragile it could make anyone's heart melt.Justin finally saw through her little act.Role-playing, was it? The delicate, helpless woman being seized by a domineering, wicked man. Well, if that was what she wanted, he would play along.He grabbed
At night, after taking a bath, Rosalie leaned against the headboard, video-calling Theodore. Meanwhile, Justin was in the bathroom.Rosalie waved at Steve on the screen. "Hi, Steve. Can you see me?""Mama! Mama!" Steve reached toward the screen, wanting to hug her but couldn't.Theodore held his hand. "Steve, Mommy will come see you very soon.""Yes, Steve, Mommy will visit you soon. You will always be my precious little boy." Rosalie wished she could reach through the screen and hold him in her arms.Not being able to live with her child was painful, but at least Justin was by her side.Just then, Justin stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower. He walked over and sat right next to Rosalie, shirtless. He accidentally appeared on camera.Theodore saw him and frowned slightly. He knew very well that Rosalie and Justin were now together, so it was only natural that they shared a bed. But seeing Justin sitting beside Rosalie half-naked in the video call still sent a pang through