After I left, Theodore stabbed Rosalie with one of the paring knives on the coffee table. Finally, ambulance sirens were heard in the residential area, and Theodore was reportedly seen with a bloody knife in his hand, crying for help in despair.
However, none of this was no longer my business. I had a new life. I had successfully changed the course of events in this life, and
I was currently soaking in a hotel bathtub.
I did not expect Theodore to show up a month later.
When I opened the door, he fell to his knees in front of me. “Celeste, I was wrong. Will you forgive me? I don’t want a divorce. I want to spend my life with you.”
I frowned. “Theodore, the world doesn’t work the way you want it to.”
He answered, “No… I know I was wrong. I know you still like me.”
The once high and mighty man knelt humbly in front of me, but it only made me sick.
