Seven Years Lost: My Firefighter fiancé Saved Everyone But Our Love - Chapter 80: Chapter 80

Behind Asher Kemnis's back, Rosalind Beniere had secretly sent his sugar baby to study in the U.S. at Berklee College of Music.
Asher—the man everyone had always described as coldly ascetic and untouchable—instantly lost his mind. He was convinced that Rosalind had deliberately sent away his precious angel.
So he dragged their son Nolan onto a cruise ship headed for the Arctic, using the kid to force Rosalind to bring Claire Fleur back.
Rosalind watched her five-year-old son sobbing his heart out on the ship as it slowly entered international waters. Asher's assistant held the boy over the edge, his tiny body dangling above the dark ocean.
Asher's voice dropped to a menacing whisper: "Darling, you have five minutes left to decide. Otherwise, our son's going straight to the bottom of the ocean."
First minute: Rosalind remembered her five years of secretly loving Asher, quietly becoming his mistress. Born into a top-tier pharmaceutical royalty, he was with a girl from a poor background who was utterly ordinary-looking. She chose to stay in the shadows, asking for nothing official.
Second minute: The Kemnis family had arranged for Asher to marry into another wealthy family right after graduation. But instead, he dragged Rosalind straight to the registry office.
Third minute: When Rosalind became pregnant, the Kemnis family rejected her even harder. Asher took her away from his family, severing all ties, and they had their son—Nolan Kemnis.
Fourth minute: Asher adopted a friend's niece, and on the girl's twentieth birthday, Rosalind caught that look in Asher's eyes—tender, desperate love.
Fifth minute: Rosalind thought of Asher and his little niece Claire tangled up in bed together...
Asher loosened his grip. The family heirloom bracelet he'd worn on his wrist for nearly twenty years was gone.
That bracelet—the one she'd never been allowed to touch—now adorned Claire's right ankle.
Asher's eyes were ice-cold, devoid of any warmth. "Rosalind, I'm asking you one last time: where the hell is Claire?"
Rosalind's throat burned with obvious pain, and Nolan's cries filled her ears: "Mommy, save me..."
The sea wind lashed against Rosalind's cheeks, stinging painfully.
"Babe, you trying to get us all killed here?"
Rosalind's chest ached so badly she could barely breathe. She looked up at Asher through her tears.
"Asher, Nolan is your flesh and blood. You're seriously threatening me with his life?"
Asher's thin lips parted: "But Claire is my life too!"
Rosalind's tears fell. So Claire was his life now—what the hell were she and their son to him?
"Rosalind, as long as Claire comes back, you'll still be Mrs. Kemnis."
Rosalind suppressed her emotions. "Asher, I don't believe you'd actually kill our son over Claire. And I didn't do anything to hurt her."
Asher's voice turned cold: "Five seconds. You don't tell me where she is, our son Nolan's going in the water for shark food."
"Five... four... three..."
Seeing him actually mean it, Rosalind cracked. "Claire's at Berklee College of Music in Boston."
Rosalind collapsed to the ground. He really would do it—he would sacrifice their biological son for Claire.
Through her tears, Rosalind watched Asher immediately grab his phone. The man was clearly frantic: "Get the helicopter here. I need to fly to America NOW."
He didn't spare her another glance, instead staring constantly at his phone.
Rosalind's trembling hands clawed at the deck.
For ten years, she had quietly been the woman behind Asher. Whether it was research breakthrough or other achievement, she had helped him with every single project.
When he built the Kemnis Group from nothing, leaving research to become CEO, she spent twenty-four hours in the lab developing the drugs he wanted.
She succeeded. the Kemnis Group became a top-tier pharmaceutical group that could rival the old Kemnis family empire.
That night, Asher held her in his arms, kissing her neck with deep affection.
"Rosalind, you're part of me—like, fused into my bones and blood."
She thought everything was finally heading in the right direction. She could prove she deserved to stand beside him.
The Kemnis family was also seeing what she brought to the table, and things had actually gotten better with them over the past couple years.
But the ending? Asher fell for a girl nine years younger than him.
The girl was completely sheltered from the world, innocent and naive, always clinging to him and pulling that cute act:
"Asher, I need you to stay with me."
"Asher, I'm so lost on this problem. Can you help me?"
"Asher, you have to come to Claire's cello competition. If you don't show up, I won't play..."
"Asher, Claire likes you sooo much."
Acting cute was something Rosalind had never done with Asher.
Confessing feelings was something Rosalind had never done with Asher either.
Right under her nose, Asher fell for this 'princess who couldn't even take care of herself.' The little princess needed him to spoil her rotten, and he was totally eating it up.
The helicopter arrived fast.
Asher couldn't wait for his son's ship to return—he hopped on the chopper and flew straight to the States.
As the helicopter disappeared into the distance, Rosalind tried calling Asher several times. He hung up every single time.
Rosalind shot him a text directly: "When the hell is our son coming back?"
"Three hours. Rosalind, Claire is just a girlmy buddy asked me to look after. I can't let him down."
Reading his explanation, Rosalind let out a bitter laugh.
Can't let him down?
Just as Rosalind was about to put her phone away, she saw the messages flooding in.
"Rosalind, so what if I love Asher? He wants to be with ME, and we're amazing together. He loves sexing with me. He's not passionate about you anymore—you're the one who won't let him go.**
"Rosalind, Asher came by campus to see me again tonight. We hit up this hotel. He went crazy for the little bunny costume I wore."
And those disgusting videos. The footage showed Asher's wild side in full display.
Rosalind turned off her phone and sat by the ocean, numbly waiting for her son to return.
The sea breeze had dried her tears.
When she looked up again, her eyes were clear.
She used to think that loving Asher was enough.
When Asher cheated, she figured men just needed excitement. They had a son—he needed a complete family.
But now she knew she couldn't do it anymore.
She'd been alone since childhood—no parents' love, no family to cherish her. She thought she'd found true love, but now it was all falling apart again.
Rosalind pulled up a contract on her phone—she'd signed when Kemnis Group went public.
She'd voluntarily given up all shares in the company, given up the marriage.
Right before the IPO, Asher's grandfather Bowen had found her: "Rosalind, if you sign this, when Kemnis Group goes public, I'll help push it through. Asher wants to list on the London Stock Exchange. With my help, his company can rival the old Kemnis empire."
To put the Kemnis family at ease, and for Asher's sake, Rosalind signed the agreement.
Because she never imagined Asher would abandon her.
Rosalind sent out a message:
"I accept. I'm joining Oceanis Labs."
It was the world's top marine medical research team, where the brightest minds from every country worked. It also meant being locked away on the ocean floor for thirty years before stepping through those doors in the real world again.
Her only demand: she was taking her son Nolan with her.
Asher would never find her and Nolan again!