Chapter 10

Bam!

Theodore threw Caleb to the ground and started punching him continuously, causing a visible trickle of blood to ooze from the corner of Caleb's mouth!

"Theodore, are you nuts?!" Caleb yelled, not fighting back against his good friend and only defending himself.

"Caleb, how dare you touch her!" Theodore roared.

With his bloodshot eyes, he resembled a rabid beast! Even Caleb was taken aback by his appearance.

"Theo, you've got it all wrong!"

Bam!

Theodore threw another punch! Caleb couldn't take it anymore.

"Theodore Spencer, are you blind?! Do you even know what she did to you?"

Caleb flipped over and wrestled with Theodore. The fight was fierce, as both men were strong, well-built, and trained regularly. The sober Caleb made sure to pull his punches when he struck, but Theo was drunk and didn't hold back at all.

Rosalie was frantic as she watched the two men rolling towards the broken glass on the ground.

"Stop it!" she yelled.

Rosalie rushed over and attempted to pull them apart, only to be forcefully shoved aside. At the sound of her scream as she fell to the ground, the two men abruptly stopped fighting and turned to look at her.

When Rosalie raised her arm, she saw that she had grazed the skin on her wrist. It wasn't a severe injury, but it was quite painful.

Theodore instantly rushed to Rosalie's side and gathered her into his arms. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

Holding her hand carefully, he gently blew on the wound. His face was filled with remorse, and he wished he could hold her even closer than he already was.

Filled with guilt and frustration, Theodore kept apologizing, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!"

"So, women are everything, and friends are just punching bags to you, huh?" Caleb sneered as he got up, wiping the blood from his mouth.

He angrily pointed at Rosalie. "Did you see that? We've been good friends for over a decade, but he almost killed me for your sake! Yet, you were on a date with another man tonight! You're a heartless woman!"

Theodore's drunken eyes seemed to clear up a bit as he silently stared at the woman in his arms, Caleb's last words echoing in his mind.

Rosalie looked up at the man before her, unable to resist gently touching his face. He was the one who had initiated the divorce, so why was he here, getting drunk and fighting for her?

Suddenly, Theodore gently kissed her fingertips as he softly asked, "Cindy, does it hurt?"

Rosalie's hazy gaze froze completely upon hearing Cythia's nickname. Even Caleb, who was sitting up beside them, had surprise flickering in his eyes.

"I'm sorry I scared you, Cindy. I won't do it again." Theodore hugged her tightly, his face full of remorse.

All the warmth in Rosalie's heart was brutally shattered at that moment. Gritting her teeth, she forcefully pushed the man holding her away and stood up.

"I'm not Cynthia. I'm Rosalie!"

She didn't know how much effort it took to keep herself from breaking down hysterically.

Looking up at her, Theodore shakily got to his feet, then suddenly smiled. "Sorry, Rose. I mistook you for someone else."