Why Did Rose Dewitt Bukater Leave Her Engagement?

“It’s not my fault you keep losing our babies!” Jasper snapped. “And instead of being jealous of Lillian, you should be grateful to her!” ~ ~ ~ Rose Ashford’s marriage to Jasper Thompson had been a happy one but too many miscarriages led to one decision that would shake the foundation of the love they once shared. Lillian, Rose’s best friend volunteered to be their surrogate and that’s when things changed for the worse. Rose was kicked aside and disrespected by her husband, shamed and abused by her in-laws, and constantly received shady remarks from her so-called best friend. For the sake of Rose’s baby that Lillian was carrying, she was willing to endure it all until she a shocking revelation shatters her heart into a million pieces. She demanded a divorce, but Jasper isn't willing, he called her dramatic and said she couldn't live without him. Desperate for revenge, she teamed up with Jasper’s rival, Kaiser Montclair. Gone was the meek woman who worshipped her husband and loved her best friend, she was out for their downfall. On this journey of revenge, secrets and lies are uncovered.

When the SAT scores were released, the highest-scoring student in the state, Eva Long, had earned a 1590. During an interview with a local news station, a reporter asked her how she had done it. Eva's lips curved into a knowing smile. "My secret? My sister and her ex. They're both brilliant, and they have enough romantic drama between them to fill an entire TV series. They've been academic rivals since high school, always competing for the top grades. Even after they broke up, they still argued over who got to tutor me. Honestly, I owe my score to both of them." Once the interview aired, people immediately started digging into Bethany Long and Charles Hicks. They were both attractive, brilliant, and apparently perfect for each other. Before long, the internet was obsessed with them. Strangers were begging them to get back together. I was Charles's actual girlfriend. And all I could do was watch everyone celebrate his supposed love story with someone else. On my birthday, Charles and Bethany got so caught up arguing over a practice question that neither of them noticed I was still on the phone. I sat there listening while the candles burned down and the frosting on my cake began to melt. When Bethany needed a new SAT study plan, they shut themselves inside a hotel suite for three days to work on it. That same weekend, I underwent emergency appendix surgery alone and eventually passed out from the pain. On the day I was supposed to try on wedding dresses, Charles abandoned me again. "I promised Eva that Beth and I would take her on a trip after the SAT," he said. "She's still young, so try to be understanding." This time, I had no intention of arguing. I ended the call, took off the wedding dress, and told the consultant I wouldn't be needing it after all. Then I canceled the wedding. I had been doing everything alone for years, anyway. There was nothing wrong with finally admitting I was on my own.

I spent every day of my life holding on to the hope that my husband and daughter would come back to me, but they didn't. Being a wife and a mother for seven years was supposed to count, but my husband and daughter didn't make it worth anything. And I made a choice…one I'm certain I won't regret. ~~~ Ophelia Tara Montgomery, held her head high and nurtured her marriage with Rowan Montgomery. Until their seventh year wedding anniversary, he didn't show up and was busy with another woman. The worst part? Their daughter was comfortable with it. Lost and disappointed her family was no longer the way it was from the beginning, she made a choice and left. Being at the verge of death was nothing to joke with, and that was the last time she ever had to endure pain. For once, she got up and chose herself. Ophelia Tara is no longer a Montgomery, she's now Ophelia Tara Reuben. The most recognized and Influential name in the whole of The United States Of America. And she's not here to forgive, she's here to take charge.

The moment I decided to leave Vincent Graves, I did three things. First, I recalled the pregnancy report I had been about to forward to him and replaced it with a scheduled breakup message. Second, I called the bridal boutique and cancelled the custom order for my wedding dress. I had been measured three times for it. I had waited five months. I never wore it. I never would. Third, I called Dr. Helena Shaw and accepted the invitation I had turned down a week ago. An eight-year medical research program. Completely sealed. No contact with the outside world. Before he could spring the proposal he had been planning, I vanished from his life completely. He never noticed that while he let Cora take my place at the wedding rehearsal and stayed out all night, I was quietly erasing every trace of myself, step by step. I became exactly the wife Vincent always said he wanted: reasonable, gracious, unbothered. But after I was gone, he lost control and asked me, "Why aren't you angry? Don't you love me anymore?" I said nothing. I only remembered the flirtatious voice messages Cora had sent him, the ones I had heard from his phone. And I calmly dialed the number that would take me away.

At 8:00 am, I sit in the hotel suite dressed in a custom haute couture wedding gown. At the moment, I'm waiting for Everett Green, the man I've dated for five years, to arrive with the bridal car fleet. A photograph suddenly pops up on my phone screen. Everett's childhood sweetheart, Della Coyle, is dressed in a pristine white tulle dress. She sits in the passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce that serves as the lead bridal car. The thing is, that seat is supposed to be mine. Her caption reads, "He says that I have to be the first person he sees on the most important day of his life." Suppressing the violent trembling in my hands, I dial Everett's number. His background noise is full of Della's giggles. In a matter-of-fact tone, Everett says, "Della has dreamed of riding in a Rolls-Royce ever since she was a kid. She felt upset today, so I made a quick detour to Soumoton to pick her up first." "Soumoton and my place are in opposite directions. You gave her the seat in the lead bridal car, so what am I supposed to mean to you?" I demand. "Could you stop being so petty? She's just my little sister, so what's the big deal if she sits in the passenger seat?" Everett impatiently clicks his tongue. "Tell the guests that the fleet will be an hour late. It's our big day, so don't ruin the mood over nothing. " The call abruptly ends. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, at the woman who has spent three hours getting her makeup done. Every ounce of devotion I've poured into this five-year relationship feels like nothing but a pathetic joke. After taking off my wedding gown, I call the hotel manager, Clifton Payne, and give him a final order. "Cancel the two-million-dollar wedding scheduled for today."

Sawyer Patterson intended to leave me again for his childhood sweetheart, Mathilde Payne. We'd been together for ten years, and this was our seventh engagement party. For the previous six times, Mathilde always had some kind of emergency. This time, I wasn't going to let him go. "We're about to exchange rings. It won't take long. She's just got a slight fever. It's not a big deal if you go later, right?" Sawyer lost it. "Can you stop making a scene? Mathilde has always been frail. We've been together for ten years. We can do without a ceremony." He walked out, leaving me behind with a broken heart. This time, I was truly done with him.