After that, he scurried off.
I felt like I'd been slapped mid-air. My head was buzzing.
No wonder he refused chemotherapy and opted for conservative treatment.
No wonder he never let me accompany him to check-ups.
It turned out he never had cancer at all.
To be with Rosalie openly and without shame, he deceived me for four whole years!
My cold fingertips curled into fists.
At that moment, something in my chest utterly collapsed.
It seems a relationship only takes eight years to rot completely.
I called my lawyer friend and drafted a divorce agreement.
When I got home and pushed open the door, Rosalie was sitting on Sawyer's lap, wearing my pyjamas with her collar wide open.
Sawyer didn't immediately push her away. Instead, he pecked her on the lips.
When he looked at me, his eyes were full of blame.
"Rosalie's had frequent fetal movements because you scared her and she hasn't been sleeping well. I had no choice but to bring her home to comfort and care for her."
"The doctor said the more affectionate the parents are, the more stable the baby's emotions will be. I'm doing this to make up for your mistakes."
I quietly stared at the face I'd loved for so many years.
Suddenly, it felt so unfamiliar that I barely recognized it.
My fingertips dug deep into my palms, trembling with pain.
Eventually, I gave a bitter laugh. "Got it."
After saying that, I turned and walked upstairs.
I froze when I opened the bedroom door and my breathing almost stopped.
All my skincare products on the vanity had been replaced.
The sheets and curtains were changed to the pink color I hated the most.
Even the wedding photos on the wall were replaced with a family photo of their family of four.
Sawyer held his son and the woman with a bulging belly in one hand.
His doting gaze wasn't on the camera but on the woman nestled against his shoulder, her face full of sweetness, as he smiled blissfully.
My face was ashen. I had to take deep breaths to keep the tears from falling.
A pair of huge, familiar hands embraced me from behind.
Sawyer buried his face in my neck, breathing softly.
"Honey, I know you're the kindest and most generous. The main bedroom has good light, which is good for Rosalie and the baby, so I'll have to trouble you to stay in the guest room for now."
"I swear, there's nothing going on between me and Rosalie. The only reason I'm good to her is because she's carrying our child. You're the only one I love."
"Don't be jealous, okay?"
He had two kids with her and he still had the nerve to say nothing was going on?
I looked down sarcastically, then heard him sigh in annoyance.
"If I didn't have cancer, I wouldn't have to force myself to be with other women, let alone hurt my love."
"There's no one else I want to touch, only you."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Rosalie's startled cry came from downstairs.
Sawyer immediately pulled away, rushing downstairs in a hurry.
He didn't even notice that his abrupt movement had shoved me into the sharp corner of the door handle. Blood gushed out, blurring my vision.
After what felt like an eternity, the bleeding from my forehead finally stopped, leaving only a searing pain behind.
But when I staggered to my feet, my eyes widened violently at the sight before me.
Through the gaps in the second-floor railing, Sawyer stood at the main entrance, holding a red-eyed Rosalie, ordering the servants to dig up all the red roses in the garden.
He had specially planted them for me the year he successfully proposed.
He said the language of roses was passionate and eternal love.
Just like he loved me, he would love me forever and ever until the end of his life.
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
I stumbled downstairs to stop them, but was grabbed by Sawyer.
