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Seeing Asher's betrayal with her own eyes, Rosalind felt like her heart had been ripped out.
Rosalind carried Nolan into his room and put him on his little bed.
She tried hard to keep him calm.
"Nolan, three days max. In three days we're outta here. Pack up the small stuff in your room, okay?"
The little guy nodded.
Only then did Rosalind leave, closing the door behind her.
In the hallway, Asher's eyes were cold and dark: "My office. Now."
Walking into the study, Rosalind noticed something she'd missed before.
When the hell had Claire's stuff started taking over Asher's office? The couch and carpet were covered with the girl's hair accessories, jewelry, sheet music and random snacks.
For years before this, Asher's study had been their space—filled with research data, project discussions, their work stuff.
Somewhere along the way, everything had changed.
She remembered being pregnant with Nolan and completely wiped out. She'd fallen asleep leaning against him.
When she woke up, Asher was kissing her forehead: "Rosalind, don't push yourself so hard. You and our little one are my whole world. I can only be okay if you two are okay."
Back then, she thought all the hard work was worth it.
Because Asher had given her a home, given her warmth too.
Walking into the study, Asher hurled a stack of papers right at Rosalind.
Page after page of confessions, all in English characters.
"Rosalind, Claire's school sent this over. These are statements from the bullies. Someone from London wired money to their accounts to make them hurt Claire. And that account? It traces back to YOU!"
Rosalind didn't say a word.
Asher's voice went cold: "I'm not divorcing you. I'll handle Claire's situation this time, but I'm never letting Claire out of my sight again. If you want to stay with me and keep this marriage going, you better drop this evil shit."
Rosalind didn't even have the strength to defend herself anymore. She forced herself to stay steady.
"Asher, are you free tomorrow? I need you to come to the lab with me. There's an issue with one of our data sets—I need to get in there and check it."
Hearing there was a company problem, Asher's brow furrowed.
"Yeah, I'm taking Claire to the hospital in the morning—her injuries can't leave scar. I'll have lunch with her, then I'll be at the office in the afternoon."
So she was dead last on his priority list. She'd never noticed before, but now from the outside looking in, it was crystal clear.
Claire's cello recital—he'd left her alone to face international partners in a meeting just to watch Claire perform.
One whimper from Claire about being in pain, and he'd dump her on the curb, make her uber to the Kemnis family house to deal with his relatives by herself.
Claire mentioned wanting chicken, and he'd wake her up at midnight, not giving a shit that she'd worked fifteen hours straight, just so she could cook for Claire.
"Fine..." Rosalind let out a long sigh.
The next morning, Rosalind woke up to screaming.
Asher burst into her room like crazy and yanked her out of bed.
Rosalind winced in pain, her delicate features scrunched up.
Asher was gripping her arm so tight it was gonna bruise. His eyes were bloodshot.
"Rosalind, I can't believe you'd do this to Claire."
Little Nolan was crying and hitting Asher.
"Let go of Mommy, you're a bad daddy!"
Asher shoved Nolan away and the kid hit the floor hard, then threw his phone down on the bed.
"Rosalind, those sick fucks took nude photos of Claire and posted them all over the internet. Everyone in London has seen them now."
"Mr. Kemnis! Miss Fleur slit her wrists!"
Asher immediately let go of Rosalind and ran to the room across the hall.
Standing there, Rosalind could see Claire collapsed on the bed, her wrists slashed open, bright red blood pouring out and dripping onto the floor.
Rosalind went pale, immediately covered her son's eyes.
"Nolan, listen to Mommy. Stay in your room and don't come out."
This whole scheme—Claire was willing to bet her life on it.
Rosalind had no idea what price she'd end up paying.
Claire was rushed to the hospital in Asher's arms.
Meanwhile, Rosalind was shoved into another car by Asher's security.
The car took off at breakneck speed straight to the Kemnis family's private hospital.
Asher was in full panic mode, carrying Claire and running like crazy.
Rosalind watched him lose his shit, forgetting that he was a damn good surgeon himself.
Asher had been in her room for less than thirty seconds when Claire slit her wrists, and maid Amy just happened to find her—the amount of blood wouldn't even threaten someone's life.
Rosalind was dragged to the operating room entrance.
Asher's eyes were ice cold as he stared at Rosalind.
"Since you love taking photos so much, fine!"
Asher walked right over and, in front of his security and all the people walking by, forcibly tore open her clothes.
Her dress ripped apart, instantly exposing Rosalind's pale skin.
Her body went cold, her hands trying to cover herself.
But Asher's huge frame pressed down on her, his large hands gripping her wrists hard, not letting her struggle one bit.
His eyes were freezing as he said: "Rosalind Beniere! What you did to Claire, I'm gonna pay you back a hundred times over!"
Rosalind's body trembled, her throat felt like razor blades were cutting it.
"Asher, I'm your wife, the mother of your child. You're doing this to me in front of all these people?"
But Asher slammed Rosalind hard against the cold wall, ignoring the growing crowd. He literally ripped her clothes completely off with one violent tear, the fabric falling to the floor.
Instantly, Rosalind saw countless camera flashes pointed at her—live streams, photos, video recordings.
Asher smiled cruelly: "Rosalind, you destroyed Claire's reputation! So I'm putting you on display for the whole London!"
Rosalind went white as a sheet. She tried to cover her body with her hands, but couldn't hide anything.
Asher gripped her wrists and forced her hands above her head—deliberately let those people get a clear view of her body.
The crowd went wild taking pictures.
Everyone knew who Asher was.
In that moment, Rosalind's tears started falling.
Her mind flashed back to Asher from five years ago.
Back then, when just her skirt got snagged, Asher immediately took off his jacket and wrapped her up tight. Even though nothing was showing, he was nervous as hell.
But now, this man in front of her had completely destroyed her for another woman.
The second Asher let go, Rosalind collapsed to the floor immediately.
With shaking hands, she grabbed her clothes and quickly put them on.
She immediately tried to leave.
But Asher's cold and heartless voice followed her:
"Rosalind, your photos are all over the internet now. I got Claire's pictures taken down from every site, but yours? Ha... deal with it yourself!"
Rosalind's face twisted into a bitter smile, her hand clutching her chest.
She just left without a word.
Her mind was flooded with memories of the first time Asher had touched her.
He'd kissed that little mole on her chest: "Rosalind, from now on, your body is only for me. No one else gets to touch you."
Sitting in the car, Rosalind opened her phone and saw the news everywhere:
"Mrs. Kemnis has a red mole on her chest."
"Red mole beauty."
"Smoking hot body!"
"BREAKING"
Rosalind carried Nolan into his room and put him on his little bed.
She tried hard to keep him calm.
"Nolan, three days max. In three days we're outta here. Pack up the small stuff in your room, okay?"
The little guy nodded.
Only then did Rosalind leave, closing the door behind her.
In the hallway, Asher's eyes were cold and dark: "My office. Now."
Walking into the study, Rosalind noticed something she'd missed before.
When the hell had Claire's stuff started taking over Asher's office? The couch and carpet were covered with the girl's hair accessories, jewelry, sheet music and random snacks.
For years before this, Asher's study had been their space—filled with research data, project discussions, their work stuff.
Somewhere along the way, everything had changed.
She remembered being pregnant with Nolan and completely wiped out. She'd fallen asleep leaning against him.
When she woke up, Asher was kissing her forehead: "Rosalind, don't push yourself so hard. You and our little one are my whole world. I can only be okay if you two are okay."
Back then, she thought all the hard work was worth it.
Because Asher had given her a home, given her warmth too.
Walking into the study, Asher hurled a stack of papers right at Rosalind.
Page after page of confessions, all in English characters.
"Rosalind, Claire's school sent this over. These are statements from the bullies. Someone from London wired money to their accounts to make them hurt Claire. And that account? It traces back to YOU!"
Rosalind didn't say a word.
Asher's voice went cold: "I'm not divorcing you. I'll handle Claire's situation this time, but I'm never letting Claire out of my sight again. If you want to stay with me and keep this marriage going, you better drop this evil shit."
Rosalind didn't even have the strength to defend herself anymore. She forced herself to stay steady.
"Asher, are you free tomorrow? I need you to come to the lab with me. There's an issue with one of our data sets—I need to get in there and check it."
Hearing there was a company problem, Asher's brow furrowed.
"Yeah, I'm taking Claire to the hospital in the morning—her injuries can't leave scar. I'll have lunch with her, then I'll be at the office in the afternoon."
So she was dead last on his priority list. She'd never noticed before, but now from the outside looking in, it was crystal clear.
Claire's cello recital—he'd left her alone to face international partners in a meeting just to watch Claire perform.
One whimper from Claire about being in pain, and he'd dump her on the curb, make her uber to the Kemnis family house to deal with his relatives by herself.
Claire mentioned wanting chicken, and he'd wake her up at midnight, not giving a shit that she'd worked fifteen hours straight, just so she could cook for Claire.
"Fine..." Rosalind let out a long sigh.
The next morning, Rosalind woke up to screaming.
Asher burst into her room like crazy and yanked her out of bed.
Rosalind winced in pain, her delicate features scrunched up.
Asher was gripping her arm so tight it was gonna bruise. His eyes were bloodshot.
"Rosalind, I can't believe you'd do this to Claire."
Little Nolan was crying and hitting Asher.
"Let go of Mommy, you're a bad daddy!"
Asher shoved Nolan away and the kid hit the floor hard, then threw his phone down on the bed.
"Rosalind, those sick fucks took nude photos of Claire and posted them all over the internet. Everyone in London has seen them now."
"Mr. Kemnis! Miss Fleur slit her wrists!"
Asher immediately let go of Rosalind and ran to the room across the hall.
Standing there, Rosalind could see Claire collapsed on the bed, her wrists slashed open, bright red blood pouring out and dripping onto the floor.
Rosalind went pale, immediately covered her son's eyes.
"Nolan, listen to Mommy. Stay in your room and don't come out."
This whole scheme—Claire was willing to bet her life on it.
Rosalind had no idea what price she'd end up paying.
Claire was rushed to the hospital in Asher's arms.
Meanwhile, Rosalind was shoved into another car by Asher's security.
The car took off at breakneck speed straight to the Kemnis family's private hospital.
Asher was in full panic mode, carrying Claire and running like crazy.
Rosalind watched him lose his shit, forgetting that he was a damn good surgeon himself.
Asher had been in her room for less than thirty seconds when Claire slit her wrists, and maid Amy just happened to find her—the amount of blood wouldn't even threaten someone's life.
Rosalind was dragged to the operating room entrance.
Asher's eyes were ice cold as he stared at Rosalind.
"Since you love taking photos so much, fine!"
Asher walked right over and, in front of his security and all the people walking by, forcibly tore open her clothes.
Her dress ripped apart, instantly exposing Rosalind's pale skin.
Her body went cold, her hands trying to cover herself.
But Asher's huge frame pressed down on her, his large hands gripping her wrists hard, not letting her struggle one bit.
His eyes were freezing as he said: "Rosalind Beniere! What you did to Claire, I'm gonna pay you back a hundred times over!"
Rosalind's body trembled, her throat felt like razor blades were cutting it.
"Asher, I'm your wife, the mother of your child. You're doing this to me in front of all these people?"
But Asher slammed Rosalind hard against the cold wall, ignoring the growing crowd. He literally ripped her clothes completely off with one violent tear, the fabric falling to the floor.
Instantly, Rosalind saw countless camera flashes pointed at her—live streams, photos, video recordings.
Asher smiled cruelly: "Rosalind, you destroyed Claire's reputation! So I'm putting you on display for the whole London!"
Rosalind went white as a sheet. She tried to cover her body with her hands, but couldn't hide anything.
Asher gripped her wrists and forced her hands above her head—deliberately let those people get a clear view of her body.
The crowd went wild taking pictures.
Everyone knew who Asher was.
In that moment, Rosalind's tears started falling.
Her mind flashed back to Asher from five years ago.
Back then, when just her skirt got snagged, Asher immediately took off his jacket and wrapped her up tight. Even though nothing was showing, he was nervous as hell.
But now, this man in front of her had completely destroyed her for another woman.
The second Asher let go, Rosalind collapsed to the floor immediately.
With shaking hands, she grabbed her clothes and quickly put them on.
She immediately tried to leave.
But Asher's cold and heartless voice followed her:
"Rosalind, your photos are all over the internet now. I got Claire's pictures taken down from every site, but yours? Ha... deal with it yourself!"
Rosalind's face twisted into a bitter smile, her hand clutching her chest.
She just left without a word.
Her mind was flooded with memories of the first time Asher had touched her.
He'd kissed that little mole on her chest: "Rosalind, from now on, your body is only for me. No one else gets to touch you."
Sitting in the car, Rosalind opened her phone and saw the news everywhere:
"Mrs. Kemnis has a red mole on her chest."
"Red mole beauty."
"Smoking hot body!"
"BREAKING"
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