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The sound of yellow taxi horns and the bustle of pedestrians became the backdrop to that heartbreaking scene. Rose, in a wedding dress worth tens of thousands of dollars—its hem now dirty, dragging across the asphalt—ran breathlessly after Aaron.“Aaron! Stop! Please!” Rose cried out, ignoring the shocked stares of people watching and recording the scene.Aaron finally stopped near a traffic light. He didn’t turn around; his back looked stiff and fragile. Rose immediately wrapped her arms around him from behind, desperate.“Don’t do this. We can go back inside, Aaron. It’s not too late to go through with the wedding,” Rose said.Slowly, Aaron released her embrace. He turned around and looked at her with sorrow. There was no anger there—only guilt etched across his face. The sadness in his eyes pierced Rose like a blade.“What would we go back there for, Rose? To make false vows before God?” Aaron asked quietly.“It wouldn’t be false. It would be a promise I’d never break, Aaron.” Rose

The towering wrought-iron gate swung open as Andy, the security guard, unlocked it. The moment Rose stepped out of the car, Andy stared in disbelief. He walked over to her with Matteo.“Sir… ma’am…” Andy looked awkward. “Welcome, M-Mrs. Rose.”Rose smiled. “Thank you. It’s good to see you’re doing well, Andy.”“Yes, ma’am.”Matteo guided Rose toward the mansion. Emotions stirred inside her. That house had once felt like a prison, something terrifying.It was where she had been forced to play the role of a fake wife and cover for Romilda’s lies. In that same mansion, she had been ignored, insulted, mocked, and suspected.But this time, she came as herself. Roseanne Baxter. Not Romilda’s shadow anymore.At the front door, the maids were already waiting, as if they had been prepared to welcome her. Rose even glanced at Matteo, making sure he hadn’t

The news appeared on the phone screen: “Matteo Cavanaugh’s True Love Is Roseanne Baxter.”A collage photo of Rose and Matteo showed them smiling brightly, their story framed like a sweet fairytale romance.Romilda’s eyes locked onto the screen, her face slowly turning red.Her life was perfectly fine. She lacked nothing. Rocco gave her everything, along with high-level security. But all that luxury felt like trash to Romilda.“Bitch!”Romilda hurled her phone onto the floor until the screen cracked. She didn’t care about the damn thing anyway. Rocco would just buy her a new one.Her breathing turned heavy, her chest rising and falling as anger burned deep inside her. Seeing Matteo choose Rose filled her with rage.Because Rose always took everything Romilda wanted… everything she had ever hoped for.“You think you’ve won, Rose? You think everything’s go

The atmosphere in the Cavanaugh living room was lively. Nicole was busy calling catering vendors, while Letty was choosing fabric samples with Anais. Meanwhile, Rose was occupied looking through wedding cakes.Actually, Rose wanted a simple wedding, but Anais insisted that even a simple one still needed the essentials, like a wedding cake and beautiful decorations.“I think champagne would look nice for the tablecloths, don’t you? I know Matteo wants something simple, but the Cavanaugh version of simple still means Baccarat crystal and imported flowers,” Nicole boasted.Rose let out a soft laugh. “I’ll leave it to you, of course.”“This is your wedding, Rose. You need to make sure everything is perfect.” Anais looked at her. “I want you and Matteo to be happy, no matter how small or big this is.”Rose nodded shyly. “Alright, Anais. I’m sorry for troubling you, and Nicole and Le

The apartment door was already open when Matteo and the police arrived. Matteo looked panicked and terrified, his eyes darting across every corner of the dim, musty room.“Rose! Rose, where are you? Rose!” Matteo’s voice cracked with panic.The police searched the entire place, but they found no one. They reported signs of movement through the back door, but there were no surveillance cameras nearby.Matteo went weak, his gaze fixed on the floor. There lay Rose’s handbag. All her belongings were still inside, including the phone they had tracked.“No… no… no…” Matteo’s voice caught in his throat.He dropped to his knees, grabbed the bag, and held it tightly. He had arrived too late. Rose was gone.“This was a trap. God, Rose… why didn’t you tell me about Romilda?” Matteo whispered in disbelief.Someone approached, and Matteo looked up. It was Detec