Chapter 4

"Yes, I still see you as a brother, just like you see me as a sister."

Rosalie's throat grew increasingly tight, to the point where she could hardly produce another sound. If she could, she would have lifted the covers and rushed into his arms.

She would tearfully tell him, "I've never seen you as a brother. I love you!"

Instead, she restrained herself from doing something so pathetic. His heart belonged to another woman. Since that was the case, why should she lower herself and beg him like that?

"That's good. Now, you can find a man you truly love,” Theodore said calmly with a faint smile.

Rosalie's heart ached painfully again, but she forced a smile. "Yeah... That's great."

Theodore could openly be with his first love now.

"Rose," he suddenly called out.

"Yeah?" Rosalie managed to reply in a strained tone.

"I..." Theodore suddenly stopped.

Rosalie remained silent as she waited for him to continue.

"I'm leaving first. Get some rest, okay?"

With that, Theodore turned and left.

Rosalie wrapped herself in the blanket and started crying. Afraid of being heard, she tightly covered her mouth with her hands. She felt as if she was suffocating. The drowning sense of despair she felt made her wish she could leave this world right now.

After what felt like an eternity, someone knocked on the door.

Rosalie opened her weary eyes and hoarsely asked, "Who is it?"

"Madam, Mr. Fletcher is here," the butler's voice came from outside.

Instantly, Rosalie felt wide awake. She went to the bathroom and freshened up, then put on some light makeup to make herself look less disheveled.

Just as she was about to leave the room, her phone rang. Picking it up from the bedside, she saw a text message from Theodore.

[Yuvan should be there now. If there's anything you want to add to the divorce papers, you can discuss it with him.]

Rosalie couldn't help but tear up again. She deleted the message without replying. It would be a lie to say she felt no resentment towards Theodore.

She walked neatly into the living room and stood in front of Yuvan, looking beautiful and spirited.

"Yuvan, you're here,” she greeted.

Yuvan had thought that she would be heartbroken after Theodore asked for a divorce. Though, when he recalled something that Theodore had previously drunkenly told him, Yuvan seemed to understand Rosalie's current behavior.

"Well, give it here, and I'll sign it," Rosalie said bluntly.

It seemed that Rosalie’s heart did indeed belong to someone else.

But... what kind of man could compare to someone like Theodore? Yuvan couldn't help but wonder about that even as he pulled out the documents.

"Madam, here are the divorce papers. After the divorce, you will receive..."

Yuvan continued to read through the generous divorce compensation in a flat tone. Theodore had written that she would receive the villa, the cars, money, jewelry, and gold.

But Rosalie didn't listen to a word. She seemed lost in thought. She didn't want anything. She just wanted Theodore.

Was that possible?

Suddenly, she laughed. Perhaps when sadness reached its peak, it turned into laughter.

Somewhat shocked, Yuvan stopped talking. Theodore and Rosalie were about to divorce. Yet, Rosalie was... happy?

Rosalie stopped laughing. "Sorry. It seems that I'll be a rich woman after my divorce."

Yuvan remained silent. So, Rosalie only wanted money?

"Madam, I haven't finished reading yet. According to the rules, I have to read everything out. Please wait a moment," Yuvan continued.

But when he reached the next sentence, he suddenly said, "Oh no.” He closed the file. "You can't sign this agreement."

Seeing Yuvan's serious expression, a confused Rosalie asked, "Why?"