Rosalie was almost fuming from Theodore’s domineering attitude.


    He could spend time with Cynthia, but she couldn’t stay overnight at a friend’s ce? What a joke!


    “Theodore, I’m not going back. If you want to go back, go yourself. We’re getting divorced


    tomorrow, so don’t think you can control me.”


    She was fed up with this man controlling her emotions.


    “Open the door.”


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    Theodore was like a volcano about to erupt, its moltenva underneath gathering immense force


    and reaching its critical point.


    Naturally, Rosalie didn’t dare to open the door. She was afraid. Theodore would burst in. Instead,


    she looked at him anxiously.


    “Theodore, please don’t force me, okay? Look at us now. What’s the point of doing this? Even if I go


    back tonight, we’ll still get divorced tomorrow!”


    Theodore raised his foot and kicked the iron gate hard. “Open the door!”


    From afar, Sebastian noticed something was wrong. He immediately walked over.


    “Theodore, don’t pick on Rose! Haven’t you tormented her enough? How far do you want to push


    her? You’re way out of line!”


    “Sebastian, you don’t get to lecture me! Who do you think you are?” Theodore roared.


    He usually appeared as an elegant gentleman in public, but who would have thought he could be so


    vtile in private?


    Even the most perfect person, once ignited with primal emotions, could behave like children pulling


    each other’s hair for candy.


    “Yeah, I’m no one,” Sebastian sneered sarcastically. “But you’re even less than that. Rose was


    unlucky to marry you, but thankfully, she’ll be free tomorrow!”


    “Shut up!” Theodore roared. “Rose, I’m telling you onest time! Come home with me!”


    Sebastian pulled Rosalie behind him protectively.


    “She won’t go with you. It’s really absurd. Clearly, you’re the one who messed up. But now, you’re


    acting like you’re the victim and pushing all the me onto her. It’s ridiculous!”


    “Okay, enough.” Rosalie gently tugged at Sebastian’s sleeve. She was worried that if he said too


    much, it would only serve to heighten Theodore’s anger and cause things to spiral out of control.


    Theodore saw Rosalie’s subtle action towards Sebastian, and it only fueled his fury. “Sebastian, if


    you’re still a man, open the damn door! Stop hiding behind it!”


    “Fine, I’ll open it!”


    Sebastian was about to open the door when Rosalie hurriedly stopped him. “Don’t.”


    She pushed Sebastian back forcefully, taking a few steps herself. If Sebastian opened the door,


    these two men might end up fighting.


    “Rosalie, is this your choice? No wonder you said you’re unhappy and fed up with me. Apparently,


    you can only be happy with Sebastian!” Theodore’s tone was mocking, his sarcastic smile piercing.


    “How long have you been together? A year? Two years? Three years?”


    Sebastian clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking. He was about to


    speak, when Rosalie interrupted him with a shout.


    “Yes, you’re right!” She grabbed Sebastian’s arm, her tone triumphant as she said, “We’ve been


    together for a long time. On my birthday, I dressed up nicely for a date with him, but Caleb ruined it.


    Your divorce is perfect timing because I can’t wait to be with Sebastian.”


    Sebastian paused slightly, surprised by Rosalie’s words.