Rosalie walked slowly towards Theodore’s car and got into the


    passenger seat. Theodore nced at her coldly, his expression hard and unyielding.


    “Put your seatbelt on,” hemanded icily.


    Usually, he might have buckled it for her. But this time, he only reminded her. Their rtionship had


    long since spiraled into a deep


    abyss.


    Rosalie numbly fastened her seatbelt and slumped against the seat, staring at the rearview mirror.


    In it, she saw the solitary figure of Sebastian standing in the darkness, filled with worry.


    Closing her eyes in pain, Rosalie turned her head away.


    Sebastian stood still until the sports car disappeared from view. He


    didn’t move an inch.


    Footsteps approached from behind. Yvonne, half–asleep, walked over. She rubbed her messy hair,


    and looked at Sebastian in confusion.


    “Why are you outside? What happened?”


    She had been sleeping soundly when she heard somemotion. Coming downstairs, she found


    therge gate open. She saw


    Sebastian standing outside, staring into the dark, with only the gate’s light illuminating his long


    shadow.


    He sighed heavily, and turned back inside.


    Yvonne followed him, and asked, “What happened? Seb, say something.”


    As the gate closed, Sebastian said, “Rose went home. Her husband


    came to pick her up.”


    “What? Her husband found her here?”


    Seeing the lonely look in Sebastian’s eyes, Yvonne wondered if a dramatic scene had urred. But


    wasn’t Rosalie supposed to be divorcing her husband? What was going on?


    She wished she hade down earlier to see the whole situation. She wanted to see what kind of


    man Rosalie’s husband was, and if he could possiblypare to her brother.


    Sebastian was handsome, wealthy, gentle, and elegant. Few men could match up to him!


    Sebastian didn’t say anything more, and walked dejectedly into the house.


    Rosalie and Theodore didn’t speak during the drive. When they got home, Theodore walked around


    to the passenger side and opened the door for her.


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    Rosalie was exhausted. Still in her pajamas, she stumbled out of the car, her legs weak and


    unsteady.


    With a stern expression, Theodore stepped forward and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her


    into the hall.


    Rosalie didn’t bother to struggle. She spoke softly, but firmly,”


    Tomorrow at nine, we have to get divorced. Even if the sky falls, we’re ending this marriage first!”


    She had truly had enough!


    She was utterly exhausted, and was beyond physical fatigue. Physical tiredness could be relieved


    with a few days of rest. But how long would it take to recover when the heart, mind, and soul were


    tired?


    “I know,” Theodore said coldly as he carried her upstairs. “The sooner we get divorced, the sooner


    you can be with Sebastian!”


    He was convinced that Rosalie and Sebastian had a special rtionship. She had even spent the


    night at Sebastian’s ce, leaving no room for doubt.


    Rosalie didn’t want to argue anymore. She had no desire to exin herself. They were getting


    divorced tomorrow, so it didn’t matter what he thought. He could believe whatever he wanted.


    Her silence seemed to confirm his suspicions, darkening Theodore’s expression even more.


    Whether she spoke or stayed silent, he was infuriated either way.


    As they reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly stopped and looked down at the flight of steps


    below.