begun to undress me.
However, he sat on the bed and said nothing on our wedding day.
“Why aren’t you in bed?” I asked him shyly.
“In bed? I thought we’d already slept together? Have you forgotten that our intimate photos were all over the news? Now that you’ve gotten the status you want, I’ll give you whatever you need, but be obedient,” he replied.
He got up, left me on our wedding night, and climbed into Rosalie’s bed.
Theodore was forced to marry me when our intimate photos were exposed, and I did not do anything about it. I liked him, after
all. It was up to him to marry me or not. Was that wrong?
The next time I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital bed.
“Celeste, are you finally awake?” A guilty Fred hurried to my side, looking embarrassed. “Don’t worry. The police are looking for
the criminals. The kidnapper who hurt you can’t get away.
I stared dully at the ceiling, my heart filled with hatred.
Fred felt guilty and said ingratiatingly; “Oh, speaking of, I called Theodore. He’s coming to see you. I didn’t think it was for real. The Lambert family did you wrong this time.”
Theodore came in through the door.
“She’s hurt. Take good care of her.” Fred shook his head and walked silently out of the hospital ward.
When I saw Theodore, my heart skipped a beat. I wondered why he came back again. Did I fail to change history?
“Where’s Rosalie?” There was tension in my voice that I could not conceal. It was a matter of life and death.
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He smiled faintly. “Are you still thinking about her? Don’t worry. Our holiday plans are already ruined.”
The air seemed to freeze, and I could feel the invisible barrier between us.
He rubbed his hand under his chin as he observed me. “There are very few people in the hospital, so I don’t think you should
continue pretending.” There was disdain in his tone and a hint of conflicting emotion that he might not be aware of himself.
“Theodore, do you think I’m pretending? If you’re so sure, why did you come back?” The mix of pain and disappointment inside
me was a little too much to bear.
Theodore said straightforwardly with a touch of disgust in his voice, “I’m wondering when you’ll show your true colors. You can fool my father, but you can’t fool me. I know what you’re up to. Enough. Stop pretending and get up.”
I was speechless. This seemed to have become our daily routine. However, I did not want hatred and distrust to domin
