“Is anyone else inside?”


    Rosalie was very worried that Cynthia was there. If they bumped into each other, it would be


    awkward.


    Caleb frowned. “Who do you think would be inside?”


    Rosalie pursed her lips. “Never mind.”


    Caleb gave her a cold nce and walked in. As soon as Rosalie


    entered, a strong smell of alcohol hit her.


    Theodore was lying on a windowsill not far away. He had one leg hanging over the edge, almost


    falling out, and there were all sorts of bottles and broken sses on the floor!


    “How did you get all the way there?!” Caleb eximed.


    He rushed over and pulled Throdore’s dangling leg off the windowsill, then pushed his friend into the


    room, fearing he would fall and get


    hurt.


    Caleb turned his head and looked at Rosalie, who was in a daze.


    “Why are you just standing there? Come over here and help me!”


    “Oh…!”


    Rosalie put down her bag and ran over immediately.


    Theodore reeked of alcohol, and half his shirt buttons were undone. Thepletely drunk man was


    frowning deeply and breathing heavily. With his pale face, he truly resembled an unrestrained


    drunkard.


    Even so, his disheveled appearance did not diminish his perfect


    image in the slightest, but rather, added a touch of decadent wildness.


    Rosalie reached out and touched his forehead, which seemed a bit hot. She was unsure if it was


    from drinking too much or because he had a fever.


    Why did he get drunk? Was it because of Cynthia? That woman had already returned, right? Why


    the need to do this?


    “Why didn’t you stop him? You actually let him drink so much…” Rosalie asked with a frown.


    “What? You’re ming me?” Caleb pointed at himself. “Are you serious? You’re his wife! Your


    husband was the one who didn’t go home and got wasted outside. Why didn’t you stop him?”


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    “I…” Rosalie trailed off.


    After a long while, she finally spoke, “He was with Cynthia. He was probably happy, so how could I


    disturb him?”


    “What?! Are you crazy?! Are you saying your husband was out with another woman, and you didn’t


    care? Are you a saintess or


    something?!” Caleb roared.


    “We’re getting a divorce.” Rosalie smiled bitterly, suppressing the pain in her heart. “So, I can’t say


    anything about whoever he’s with.”


    “D–Divorce?” Caleb was stunned. “No wonder Theodore drank until he


    was in this state! It’s all because of you!”


    “Because of me? You’re wrong, he-”


    Caleb interrupted her, “Shut up! How has Theo wronged you? How could you abandon him? Since


    marrying you, he hasn’t flirted with anyone else or done anything improper. No matter what, he


    always thinks of you first.


    “Even when he’s drinking with his buddies, he pushes away any


    woman who attempts toe near him. He keeps an eye on the time, wanting to go back early to


    be with you, afraid you’ll be worried at home!


    “He has distanced himself from everyone for you! Can’t you see how good he is to you? Even if you


    don’t, we aren’t blind! You want to divorce such a man?! Are you crazy?!”


    Caleb took a deep breath and ced his hands on his hips. “Go on, tell me! What kind of devil out


    there has managed to seduce you and make you heartless enough to leave your husband? I’ll beat


    him up and kill him!”


    Rosalie was surprised at Caleb’s indignant attitude.


    “I remember when I married him, you made a bet with a few of your friends. You said Theo would


    flirt around and grow tired of me in less than three months. You lost five million and were forced to


    sing folk songs naked. You’ve been holding a grudge against me for that,” she reminded him.


    Caleb fell silent. He scratched his head and nced around


    awkwardly before saying, “Don’t mention that again. Also, I was wearing underwear!”


    “I know. You were wearing a pair of red briefs,” Rosalie added. “I watched the video. You were quite


    sassy.”


    “Video?! Where did you see the video? Who took it? Tell me!”


    Filled with a surge of explosive anger, a wide–eyed Caleb stepped forward and gripped Rosalie’s


    shoulders, causing her to wince as he squeezed her hard.


    “Let go of me.”


    “Tell me quickly! Who the hell recorded the video?”


    As the noisy voices buzzed in his ears, Theodore slowly opened his


    eyes. Despite his blurry vision, he was able to make out a familiar figure. He immediatelyunched


    himself off the windowsill and rushed forward.


    Pulling Rosalie behind him, he grabbed Caleb’s cor and threw a punch!