Seven Years Lost: My Firefighter fiancé Saved Everyone But Our Love - Chapter 83: Chapter 83

Rosalind clicked on the video.
The footage was complete—showing Asher ripping her dress off in full detail.
Her reaction, Asher's vicious attack—all captured in HD.
And the comments below from users:
"Mrs. Kemnis always looks so conservative in those black business suits. Who knew she was such a slut underneath."
"That body, that tiny waist—no wonder Mr. Kemnis married her."
"I'm obsessed with her legs. So skinny and perfect—would love to wrap those around me."
"Those tits... gotta be at least a D cup."
"Holy shit..."
The comments were absolutely vile.
Then her phone rang. Rosalind picked up to Asher's ice-cold voice.
"Rosalind, I'm not letting anyone help you with those photos online. You've got one option—use your own money and buy them back one by one."
Rosalind heard Asher continue:
"This is the price you pay for hurting Claire. I owe her uncle an explanation!"
Asher hung up without thinking.
Rosalind's shaking fingers opened her bank account.
Just over five million—her salary from Kemnis Group over the past five years.
Yeah, salary.
She had no company shares. All the real money went to Asher.
Asher had given her a black card though.
Rosalind called her childhood sweetheart Henry Murphy, gave him the five million and the black card, asked him to buy back her photos and videos one by one.
But the content creators were asking insane prices.
Her five million only covered seven accounts. So Henry tried using the black card.
The first transaction went through.
But on the second one, the card got frozen.
"Rosalind, the card's frozen. These assholes aren't budging—you need at least tens of millions to buy back the videos on these big accounts."
Rosalind stared at the black card—Asher had given it to her the day the company went public.
He'd said: "Rosalind, this card has no limit. I never want you to worry about money. I'll take care of you."
Rosalind's tears blurred her vision, dropping onto the black card.
For five years, she'd lived and eaten at the company, barely spending anything.
The company paid her salary, so Rosalind had never touched this card.
The only one time she tried to use it, it worked exactly once.
Her mind filled with images of Claire—using Asher's secondary card to go shopping at every mall,
Later, Asher got tired of Claire always running around, whining about her feet hurting.
So Asher just waved his hand and had luxury brands come to the house monthly with all their new releases. Money flowing like water, but he let Claire pick whatever she wanted.
Her phone buzzed with a message from Asher:
"Don't you dare use my money to buy back those photos. Rosalind, even if you have to sell your body, I won't help you with a single penny."
Rosalind wiped her tears dry.
"Help me sell that patent to pay for buying back these photos and videos."
Henry was shocked: "Rosalind, are you insane? That's ten years of your research. Absolutely not. I'll help you, I'll figure it out."
Then he used up all her savings, frantically sold his three properties, just barely scraping together enough to buy back all the original photos and videos.
For the reposts, Henry just hacked and deleted them all.
Seeing all the photos finally cleared, Rosalind remembered Henry's words:
"Rosalind, I know that research is ten years of your life's work. That thing absolutely cannot be sold cheap—you're so close to finishing it. The day it hits the market, it'll benefit everyone. It's worth hundreds of billions, easy. Just remember to cut me in for a hundred million."
Henry's joking words echoed in her mind as Rosalind thought about Asher's cruel heartlessness.
She knew that these ten years, her biggest mistake was wasting all her time on Asher. She regretted ever loving him.
Rosalind returned to the house.
The moment she walked in, she heard Nolan crying.
She rushed in immediately, only to see Claire's eyes full of smugness as she slapped Nolan right across the face.
Instantly, Rosalind rushed over, grabbed Claire's hand and slapped her twice.
Rosalind held her son tight in her arms, but Claire's crying turned desperate.
"Asher, Asher..."
Asher came down from upstairs andClaire immediately threw herself into his arms.
When Asher saw the slap marks on Claire's face, his eyes filled with pure murder.
Claire sobbed: "It's not Rosalind's fault, she just misunderstood me. Nolan was playing with blocks, and the second Rosalind got home, she got pissed and slapped Nolan across the face, saying he... saying he looks too much like you. I tried to stop her from hitting Nolan, but Rosalind slapped me twice."
Nolan cried out in his little voice: "Daddy, Claire hit me! She hit me, and and Mommy was just protecting me!"
Asher said coldly: "Rosalind Beniere! You actually hit Claire."
Rosalind heard Asher completely ignore the main point and only focus on her hitting Claire.
"Asher, did you even look at Nolan's face? From the day he was born until now, do you think I've ever hit him?"
Claire's face went into panic mode. She immediately clutched her wrist, and the bandages instantly started bleeding through.
Asher's eyes filled with worry.
"Claire, did your wound open up again?"
Claire nodded through her tears.
When Asher looked at Rosalind again, his voice was brutal: "Jason, slap her ten times. Whatever Claire suffered, Rosalind pays back ten times over."
Rosalind had no chance to fight back.
Asher's assistant slapped her ten times brutal until her face was so swollen blood trickled from her mouth.
Rosalind covered Nolan's eyes with her hand while he cried hysterically.
"Daddy, it wasn't Mommy's fault! That woman was bullying me, and Mommy was protecting me! I hate you, I hate you..."
Looking at her son struggling in her arms, she could only hold him tight, not letting him move until she took all ten slaps.
Her son was crying his heart out.
"Mommy, we don't want Daddy anymore, we don't need him. Nolan only wants you."
Asher's face changed completely, absolutely furious: "Rosalind, is this how you raise our son? He's only five years old, and you want him to reject his father? You're the evil one here. Claire doesn't know any better—can't you just be the adult?"
Rosalind carried her son toward the door, but Asher had his security block them.
"Throw them both in the stables. They need to think about what they've done."
Both of them got thrown in the stables.
Rosalind saw Claire's smug look and mouthed silently: "Asher is mine!"
But Rosalind knew she was done with Asher forever.
The stables were freezing at night, and Nolan in her arms suddenly spiked a high fever.
Rosalind immediately tried to open the stable door.
But it was locked.
She called Asher, but it's Claire who picked up instead.
"Rosalind, enjoying your time in the stables? You wanted to compete with me? Well, you saw how that went. Asher won't believe a word you say, and he's crazy about me. You better take Nolan and get the hell out of here, or I'll make sure you both regret it."