Chapter 9

"Is anyone else inside?"

Rosalie was very worried that Cynthia was there. If they bumped into each other, it would be awkward.

Caleb frowned. "Who do you think would be inside?"

Rosalie pursed her lips. "Never mind."

Caleb gave her a cold glance and walked in. As soon as Rosalie entered, a strong smell of alcohol hit her.

Theodore was lying on a windowsill not far away. He had one leg hanging over the edge, almost falling out, and there were all sorts of bottles and broken glasses on the floor!

"How did you get all the way there?!" Caleb exclaimed.

He rushed over and pulled Throdore's dangling leg off the windowsill, then pushed his friend into the room, fearing he would fall and get hurt.

Caleb turned his head and looked at Rosalie, who was in a daze.

"Why are you just standing there? Come over here and help me!"

"Oh...!"

Rosalie put down her bag and ran over immediately.

Theodore reeked of alcohol, and half his shirt buttons were undone. The completely drunk man was frowning deeply and breathing heavily. With his pale face, he truly resembled an unrestrained drunkard.

Even so, his disheveled appearance did not diminish his perfect image in the slightest, but rather, added a touch of decadent wildness.

Rosalie reached out and touched his forehead, which seemed a bit hot. She was unsure if it was from drinking too much or because he had a fever.

Why did he get drunk? Was it because of Cynthia? That woman had already returned, right? Why the need to do this?

"Why didn't you stop him? You actually let him drink so much..." Rosalie asked with a frown.

"What? You're blaming me?" Caleb pointed at himself. "Are you serious? You're his wife! Your husband was the one who didn't go home and got wasted outside. Why didn't you stop him?"

"I..." Rosalie trailed off.

After a long while, she finally spoke, "He was with Cynthia. He was probably happy, so how could I disturb him?"

"What?! Are you crazy?! Are you saying your husband was out with another woman, and you didn't care? Are you a saintess or something?!" Caleb roared.

"We're getting a divorce." Rosalie smiled bitterly, suppressing the pain in her heart. "So, I can't say anything about whoever he's with."

"D-Divorce?" Caleb was stunned. "No wonder Theodore drank until he was in this state! It's all because of you!"

"Because of me? You're wrong, he-"

Caleb interrupted her, "Shut up! How has Theo wronged you? How could you abandon him? Since marrying you, he hasn't flirted with anyone else or done anything improper. No matter what, he always thinks of you first.

"Even when he's drinking with his buddies, he pushes away any woman who attempts to come near him. He keeps an eye on the time, wanting to go back early to be with you, afraid you'll be worried at home!

"He has distanced himself from everyone for you! Can't you see how good he is to you? Even if you don't, we aren't blind! You want to divorce such a man?! Are you crazy?!"

Caleb took a deep breath and placed his hands on his hips. "Go on, tell me! What kind of devil out there has managed to seduce you and make you heartless enough to leave your husband? I'll beat him up and kill him!"

Rosalie was surprised at Caleb's indignant attitude.

"I remember when I married him, you made a bet with a few of your friends. You said Theo would flirt around and grow tired of me in less than three months. You lost five million and were forced to sing folk songs naked. You've been holding a grudge against me for that,” she reminded him.

Caleb fell silent. He scratched his head and glanced around awkwardly before saying, "Don't mention that again. Also, I was wearing underwear!"

"I know. You were wearing a pair of red briefs," Rosalie added. "I watched the video. You were quite sassy."

"Video?! Where did you see the video? Who took it? Tell me!"

Filled with a surge of explosive anger, a wide-eyed Caleb stepped forward and gripped Rosalie’s shoulders, causing her to wince as he squeezed her hard.

"Let go of me."

"Tell me quickly! Who the hell recorded the video?"

As the noisy voices buzzed in his ears, Theodore slowly opened his eyes. Despite his blurry vision, he was able to make out a familiar figure. He immediately launched himself off the windowsill and rushed forward.

Pulling Rosalie behind him, he grabbed Caleb's collar and threw a punch!