"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
Rosalie said calmly, “Nobody’s perfect. Everyone has their flaws. I make mistakes, too. No matter what, we’re already divorced. We should go our separate ways and have nothing to do with each other. I don’t want to end up like your parents.”The thought of his parents made Theodore’s eyes dim.“My dad was right. I ended up walking the same path he did.”Rosalie’s heart tugged. She hung her head low, and fell silent. People never learn their lesson. Many things happened in the past to prove that what they did was a mistake that would result in painful consequences, yet those who come after them continue insisting on doing the same things.Perhaps that was a wicked streak in humans, carved in their genes. The more they know it’s a mistake, the more they would choose to do it.That was the way to go, according to their logic.“But there is a difference,” Theodore went on to say. “My mother really loved my father back then, and it was precisely because of her deep love for him tha
Rosalie’s throat hurt as she nodded with great difficulty.Theodore suddenly grunted, about to collapse. She hurriedly reached out to hold him.“I’ll help you back to your room. Don’t stay here any longer,” she said. Theodore didn’t want her to worry. Together with Rosalie’s help, he mustered all his strength to stand. They returned to the room and shut the door, and neither of them came out even after a long time had passed.Anthony stole a quick glance at the door before leaving.He went to a secluded corner, and pulled his phone out to dial a number. Very soon, the other party answered the call. An old yet authoritative voice rang. “Well?”“Madam, things have become rather messy.”Anthony told Rebecca everything he saw.After he was done, Rebecca nodded and said, “I got it.”She seemed to have expected things to progress this way.“Inform me once anything happens.”Anthony nodded. “Yes, Madam Jarvis.”After hanging up, Rebecca put her phone aside and leaned back again
“Let me help you,” Rosalie said, as she made a move to unbutton his shirt.“No.” Theodore held her hand, and said firmly, “I can do it myself. I’m sure I can do something so simple myself.”He lifted his arm with difficulty, and touched the first button. However, his fingers trembled non-stop, and he couldn’t unbutton the first button no matter how long he tried. Eventually, his arms slumped weakly back to side again.He gritted his teeth, and stubbornly raised his arm in an attempt to unbutton his shirt again.Rosalie’s heart broke as she grabbed his hand. “Let me help you, please. You’re injured, and it’s normal that you can’t do such things by yourself. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s not like I’ve never seen you shirtless, anyway.”They had known each other for so long, and had been intimate during their marriage. What was the point in maintaining such boundaries at a time like this?Theodore sighed, and let go of the button. He nodded and turned his head away weakly, a helpless l
Theodore looked down, and mumbled like a child who did something wrong. “Don’t go.”He put his spoon back in the bowl with a pitiful look on his face and placed his hands on his lap, intertwining his fingers cautiously.Rosalie shook her head helplessly. She picked up her spoon, scooped some food, and brought it to his mouth. “Open up.”Theodore did so obediently, and Rosalie stuck the spoon in his mouth before going on with another spoonful of food.She took care of him like he was a child. A beautiful, tender woman coupled with a man with a piteous look on his face made for a heartwarming image.All traces of unhappiness vanished, leaving them with the pure joy of each other's presence.-Rosalie stayed there and took care of Theodore until it was past nine at night.It was getting late, and it was soon time for her to head back.Theodore noticed Rosalie checking her phone many times, as if checking the time. He looked begrudgingly at her.Rosalie slid her phone back in
She should be stopping him from leaving and helping him back on the bed, sitting by his side and showing him concern, her heart softening for him. Yet, why did she look so cold?Rosalie shrugged. “Aren’t you leaving? Why are you asking me that?”Rosalie had seen through him. He had been playing this game for so long, she would be a fool if she didn’t realize what he was trying to do.For a moment, she had thought Theodore was being serious and found him pitiful. But now, she realized that he was just putting on an act with his excellent acting chops.The two of them stood where they were, staring at each other, a wide, gaping distance between them.“I’m really leaving,” Theodore said hastily, still in disbelief that she didn’t stop him. ‘She’s so vicious!’ he thought.“Go on,” Rosalie said, being ruthless through and through. She crossed her arms and sat on the bedside, looking leisurely at him.Theodore gritted his teeth and stepped out, but she remained resolutely unmoving
Theodore had no idea why he suddenly behaved so obediently. Shouldn’t he have become more carefree and unrestrained after the divorce?As it turned out, he had much more to learn.Theodore yawned. He didn’t sleep well last night.Rosalie noticed the fatigue in his eyes. “Go to bed now.”“I need a shower,” Theodore said.“I’ll get a male servant to come help you. You can’t let your wound come in contact with water.”“You’re going to get another man to see my naked body?” Theodore said, clearly annoyed.He felt as though she was trying to push him to another man.“What’s wrong with that? It’s precisely because he’s a man that it’s appropriate for him to help you. I can’t possibly find a female servant to help you, can I?” Rosalie retorted.Theodore simply stared wordlessly at her.She finally understood where he was going. “Are you thinking…of having me help you shower?” she asked slowly. “Why not? It’s not like you’ve never done it before.”“We’re already divorced.”“So
That was clearly Rosalie’s voice.What was going on? Why was she with Theodore at such a late hour? And was she preparing his shower?Were the two of them…Cynthia’s lips trembled. They were divorced! What on earth were they doing together?! They were clearly doing something indecent at such a late hour!No wonder Theodore didn’t visit her over the past two days. He was with Rosalie!How could Theodore lie to her?! How could he use work as an excuse?!That was exactly what Theodore did before when he had been with her. He used work as an excuse for Rosalie.Back then, Cynthia was smug about what he had done. She never expected herself to be on the receiving end of everything that Rosalie went through before!Cynthia took a deep breath, and pretended she didn’t hear anything. She couldn’t panic at this point.Theodore heard the voice coming from the washroom, and guessed that Cynthia might have heard it, too.Instead of avoiding the topic, he said, “Cindy, I’m with…”“Theo, I
The enraged roar of a man who had lost all reason echoed throughout the entire room.Rosalie no longer had the strength to argue. She merely sneered and said, "Because Justin was worth it. I wanted to be with him. But you…you disgust me."At this moment, it seemed the only way she could retaliate against Sebastian was through words—to trample on his pride as a man.Sebastian's breathing grew rapid and heavy. He clenched Rosalie's wrist tightly, his teeth grinding together in fury."You bitch! You wanted to sleep with him, huh? Then I'll remove all traces of him from you bit by bit until there's nothing left! Then, you'll be my slave, mentally, physically, and emotionally!" he yelled.The latter half of the night was another storm of torment.Rosalie had no idea how she had survived. All she knew was that Sebastian had been like a wild beast that was completely out of control. She had almost died.Yet, as she hovered on the brink of death, all she could think about was that maybe
He was smiling, yet his eyes carried an unmistakable sense of menace."Do you know what Theodore is doing right now?" Sebastian lifted the blanket off Rosalie's body.The moment she heard Theodore's name, Rosalie's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you trying to do?""What am I trying to do? Are you scared now?""Sebastian, I've already given up on Theodore! The one I loved was Justin, but you killed him. Are you planning to go after Theodore now too? Will you only be satisfied after killing every man in the world?"She was afraid that Sebastian, in his madness, would really go after Theodore. Even if Theodore was prepared, being targeted by a lunatic was incredibly dangerous.Theodore was in the open, while Sebastian was in the shadows—who knew when the latter would strike and take the former's life?"And what about your son? Do you not love him anymore?" Sebastian continued."Sebastian!" Rosalie screamed. "Don't you dare!""Yes, that's it!" Sebastian laughed. "I thought you had comple
Rosalie despised him, cursed him, yet at this moment, she uttered the word "laughable"—and that infuriated Sebastian more than anything else."I'm laughable?" Sebastian laughed and stood up, gripping the bloodstained dagger in his hand. "Rosalie, I've sacrificed so much for you, and in the end, all I get in return is the word 'laughable'?"Rosalie no longer had the strength to argue with this madman. She turned her head away, refusing to look at him.Sebastian's hand trembled as he gripped the hilt of the dagger. "Good. Very good."He walked to the bed and unshackled her handcuffs.Rosalie was still weak. She barely managed to push herself up from the bed. She wanted to rush to Justin's side, but before she could, Sebastian grabbed her and held her in his arms."Let go of me! Let me go!" she yelled. "What's wrong? Weren't you the one who claimed to fear nothing?""Sebastian, after everything, what more do you want? My life is worthless now—if you have the guts, just kill me!"
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