Chapter 139

Rosalie wiped the tears from her face, and smiled coldly.

“Good on you, Theodore. I used to blame it on my imagination, since I’ve never personally witnessed it for myself. I continue trusting that you’d have a line you wouldn’t cross. But now that I’ve witnessed it for myself, I’ve seen through you. You’re nothing but a wicked bastard. I never want to see you again!”

Rosalie turned to leave.

Crying, kicking up a fuss and even scolding were pointless indeed. She didn’t want to remain entangled with him here.

“Wait,” Theodore said as he grabbed her arm.

He opened his mouth, as if trying to say something, but Sebastian lurched forward and grabbed Rosalie’s other arm. “Let her go!”

“What does this have to do with you? She’s my wife! Scram!” Theodore barked.

“Haha,” Sebastian laughed, smirking. “Spencer, how dare you call her your wife? Just look at what you’ve done!”

“I don’t need you pointing fingers at me. Let go of Rose!”

“You should be the one letting me go!” Rosalie snarled