Chapter 3 Who Says You've Been Dumped?

Rosalyn refused. "You should get a doctor instead, Mr. Grant."

The crease on Carl's brow deepened—it was the first time she had ever said no to him!

Without another word, he grabbed her by her wrist and dragged her into his villa, slamming the door loudly shut.

"Don't think I can't see that you're upset," he growled with an icy glare.

So he was aware.

And yet, he'd still let her suffer.

The bitterness in Rosalyn's chest swelled so much that her nose turned runny. "You had every part of me for seven years, but you dumped me in a flash, and now, you're telling me I'm not supposed to feel upset?"

There wasn't so much as a warning when he left her for Zoe. Even if he only considered her a tool and wanted to marry another woman, he could at least have the courtesy to say so.

But Carl never did, as he was immediately and publicly dating Zoe in a flash, and right before Rosalyn's eyes.

As if she really was just an ordinary assistant to him.

"Who says you've been dumped?" Carl snapped.

Still irritated by his allergies, he pulled at his collar buttons forcefully, with each snapping audibly as they fell off, baring his chest and revealing more rashes.

Rosalyn had been there when he suffered episodes in the years before and knew how much pain he was in.

Although her inner voice told her to walk away—that whatever happened to him was none of her business—she couldn't help getting the allergy ointment, since she couldn't bear to see him suffer.

As she applied the ointment, Carl grasped her hand as he said, "Rosalyn, I never said I'm leaving you, and you said you'll never leave me. That's a promise neither of us must forget."

So he remembered that—and here she thought he had forgotten.

She had quickly been taken by his good looks after she took him home, and they spent much of the following days eating, sleeping, and having sex in her rented apartment.

That was until one day, neither of them could afford anything.

After that, Carl worked as a mascot, wearing a giant fluffy costume to sell snacks to children on the streets, using what money he had to buy her food.

That was until he collapsed from heatstroke one day.

When Rosalyn asked him why he had gone that far, his exact words were, "I can't let my woman suffer with me."

That one line claimed her heart, and she stayed with him for the next seven years, dedicating her heart and soul to him. Even she couldn't deny that he had also rewarded her with everything good that he could give.

There were times when her other friends were skeptical about Carl's affection, and she would confidently tell them that Carl would never marry anyone else other than her.

As it turned out, reality always had a painful way to expose itself to those who were in denial.

In the end, Carl was marrying another woman.

Under the dim lights, Rosalyn's eyes glimmered as she asked, "Don't you see the irony in saying such things when you're marrying someone else?"

"You're the one I want to marry," Carl told her, caressing her cheek with his other hand. "You'll understand what the deal is with Zoe during the wedding.

"You were there for me throughout the darkest moments of my life. No one could ever replace you."

Taking her hand and kissing it, he leveled his dark, inscrutable eyes at hers as he continued, "Just remember—whatever you think I have with Zoe is no more than an act. You have to believe that I will always love you… Can't you believe me?"

No, she refused to believe him.

If he had actually wanted to marry her, then he just had to marry her after all the successes he had achieved in the past seven years.

"Carl…"

However, Carl's phone rang before she could finish, and she saw that it was the nursing home calling.

No! She must have left her phone in the car!

And if the call was from the nursing home, it must mean something had happened to her grandmother.

Quickly picking up the phone, she answered, "Hello? Yes, it's me… Okay, I'll be right there..."

She turned to Carl as she hung up.

Her grandmother had nagged her about wanting to see Carl, but she really wasn't sure about bringing him along.