"And now she's taking her father's bastard there?" He let out a sharp, incredulous breath. "Is she at it again? Old habits die hard—is she cheating on you with him now?"
I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window of my hotel room, staring at the divorce papers spread across the table.
I didn't know what to say.
These papers—Rosemary had drafted them herself. The last time I'd caught her cheating.
Back then, the humiliation had been suffocating. I'd called Louis and dragged him to a nightclub, determined to drink myself numb until dawn.
Rosemary had found out somehow.
She'd stormed in with an entourage, trashed the place, and beaten every woman who'd so much as glanced in my direction.
She grabbed my collar with a vicious grip.
"Roland, you're ruthless."
"Fine. I admit it—I fell in love with you. I can't stand the thought of another woman near you. Happy now?"
Then came that livestream confession that broke the internet.
Rosemary swore she'd changed. No more games. She'd be a devoted wife.
And for a while, we did have something sweet.
Just like Louis said, she went all in—learning my interests, anticipating my needs.