Sebastian knew that Rosalie was only saying these things because she was desperate, not out of


    malice. He could sense that the person most hurt by her words was herself.


    Theodore’s eyes were almost bloodshot with barely contained rage, but suddenly, he started


    laughing.


    “Hahaha! Rosalie, you’ve made yourself out to be the victim here. It’s like you’re using me of


    cheating, but you’ve been with this man all along. You have no right to stand here crying and acting


    all innocent in front of me!”


    Rosalie could feel his heartless words stabbing her right in the chest. She was in so much pain that


    she could barely breathe.


    Sebastian was furious. Theodore was aplete bastard!


    He wanted to punch him or at least yell at Theodore, but he knew that arguing now would solve


    nothing. Everyone was too angry, and it would only make things worse for Rosalie.


    So, Sebastian held back. Instead, he grasped Rosalie’s hand tofort her.


    Rosalie wiped the tears from her eyes, and smiled calmly. “If you don’t want to see me looking all


    pitiful and teary–eyed, then don’te here at night. What are you doing here? Don’t you see how


    ridiculous you are? Your words and actions don’t match at all!”


    Rosalie thought she was the most ridiculous woman in the world. But now, she realized Theodore


    was just as ridiculous.


    How did two such ridiculous people end up together? It was like trying to fit a square peg in a round


    hole–it just wouldn’t work.


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    Maybe Cupid had gotten drunk and tied the wrong red strings.


    together, forcing two mismatched shapes to be bound. Now that he had sobered up, he was tearing


    those strings apart.


    A terrible silence suddenly fell between the three of them. Every second seemed to stretch on


    endlessly.


    When Theodore spoke again, his voice was calm. He was no longer as agitated as before. He took


    a few steps back and leanedzily


    against the car, crossing his arms with a small smile.


    “Rose, we’ve talked about getting a divorce so many times, but something alwayses up and we


    never go through with it. What if something happens again tomorrow, and we can’t finalize the


    divorce? What, then?”


    Rosalie’s face went pale, her eyes wide in shock. She rushed forward and grabbed the iron gate.


    “Theodore, what are you saying?”


    A cunning look shed in Theodore’s eyes.


    He replied unhurriedly, “Exactly what I said. Tomorrow, we might not be able to get divorced. Maybe


    I’ll have a drink or be busy with something, like spending time with Cindy. There’s always some


    chaotic thing popping up. With so much going on, who has time to get a divorce?”


    He acted like he was troubled, but also seemed to be considering what mighte up the next day.


    His expression told Rosalie that he would always find something to keep them from divorcing.


    Rosalie’s breathing quickened, and she gripped the iron gate tighter. She shouted, “Theodore


    Spencer, we agreed to get divorced tomorrow! Why are you doing this?”


    “Why?” Theodore narrowed his eyes coldly. “I never said we wouldn’t get divorced. I’m just saying


    something mighte up tomorrow to


    dy it. The future is unpredictable.”


    An unpredictable future, indeed–one that Theodore could manipte at will!