Married to my Novel 83

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Chapter 83

ROSALIE

The room was quiet except for the soft sound of fabric rustling in my hands. I pushed the needle through the blue material, my fingers moving on their own. But my mind wasn’t on the scarf–I was too lost in my thoughts.

It had been a week. A whole week since Damien had told me about his family demanding a divorce. Seven days of silence between us, of stolen glances and unspoken words. Seven days of pretending I wasn’t waiting for him to come home and say.

it’s over.

This was what I had been waiting for, wasn’t it? From the very beginning. I knew our marriage was built on obligation, not love. I had prepared myself for this day since the moment I said I do. I had always told myself that the moment I was given an out, I’d take it without hesitation.

Yet here I was, hesitating.

The needle jammed as I lost focus, and I quickly lifted my foot off the pedal, sighing. My hands trembled slightly as I reached up to rub my temple.

Why? Why wasn’t I grabbing onto this chance with both hands?

Because you’re falling for him.

I shook my head, pushing the thought away. No. That wasn’t it. It couldn’t be.

I wasn’t in love with Damien Hale.

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The only reason I didn’t want this divorce was because of family’s honor. Yes, that was it. A messy separation would ruin them. My father’s company was already tangled up with Damien’s. If I left now, if I walked away with nothing, what would happen to my family’s reputation?

That’s all it is, I told myself. That’s all it ever will be.

Still, even as I repeated the words in my head, my chest felt tight, like something inside me was trying to fight against the lie.

I let out a deep breath and turned off the sewing machine. Sitting around here, overthinking, wasn’t helping. I needed to clear my head,

Charlotte.

I hadn’t

my sister in a while. A visit to her place would do me some good.

I stood up, brushing my hands over my dress before heading downstairs. Margaret and Maria were in the kitchen, finishing up what I assumed was dinner prep.

Margaret noticed me first. “Madam, would you like anything?”

I shook my head. “I’m going out for a bit.”

Maria turned to me. “Should we inform the driver?”

“No, I’ll take my car,” I said. “If Damien comes back before I do, let him know I went to

see Charlotte.”

Margaret and Maria exchanged a quick glance, but neither of them argued.

“Yes, madam,” Margaret said, giving me a small nod.

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I turned on my heel and walked toward the front door, grabbing my purse on the way out

As I stepped outside, the cool evening air brushed against my skin. I made my way to my car, slid into the driver’s seat, and started the engine.

With one last look at the house behind me, I pressed my foot against the gas pedal and drove off.

CHARLOTTE

Liam stood near the window, as casual as ever, while I sat stiffly on the couch, arms crossed. No matter how many times I warned him, he still acted like we had nothing to worry about.

“You need to stop coming here like this,” I said, arms crossed as I watched Liam lean lazily against the window.

He smirked, completely unbothered. “And why is that, Charlotte? Afraid someone will catch us?”

I let out an annoyed sigh. “Of course, I am! You think you’re being discreet, but you’re not. You can’t just walk in and out of my house whenever you feel like it.”

Liam chuckled, shaking his head. “Relax. If your father or mother were around and saw me here, they’d assume it business. Damien has control over your father’s company. Any meeting between us would look like I’m here for work, nothing more.”

I shook my head. “That’s not the point. Just because we have a cover doesn’t mean we should be careless.”

Liam finally turned to face me fully, amusement still flickering in his dark eyes. “You worry too much.”

“And you don’t worry enough,” I shot back. “Damien is already watching me closely. The last thing I need is him growing suspicious.”

He rolled his eyes and pushed away from the window. “Well, maybe this will put you in a better mood.”

I raised a brow. “What?”

Liam’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as he took slow, deliberate steps toward me. “Damien’s family is forcing him to divorce Rosalie.”

I blinked. For a moment, I just stared at him, processing his words. Then, a slow smile crept onto my face. “Say that again.” Liam’s smirk widened. “You heard me. His family finally came to their senses and told him to end it.”

I let out a short, delighted laugh. “Oh, this is just perfect!”

Liam chuckled. “I thought you’d like that.”

“Like it?” I scoffed. “Liam, this is the best thing I’ve heard all week. No, all year!”

He took a seat on the couch, stretching his arms behind his head. “I knew it would make you happy. And here I was, thinking you’d be too caught up in your paranoia to appreciate good news.”

I ignored the jab, too pleased to be bothered by it. “I knew this marriage wouldn’t last. Damien was always too stubborn for his own good, but even he can’t fight his entire family forever. Eleanor must be thrilled.”

Liam nodded. “Oh, she is. She’s been pushing for this from the start. Rosalie never stood a chance against her.”

“She never stood a chance against any of us,” I said, shaking my head. “She never belonged in our world. She’s weak. She doesn’t have the status, the connections, or the strength to be a Hale

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Liam hummed in agreement. “I don’t know what Damien saw in her to begin with.”

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“Guilt,” I said simply. “Or maybe he just liked the idea of rebelling against his family for once. But it doesn’t matter now. He’s finally realizing the truth.”

Liam smirked. “You sound almost… victorious.”

I leaned back on the couch, a satisfied smile on my face. “Because I am. I told Damien from the start that she wasn’t right for him. I told him this marriage would be a disaster. And now? He’s learning that the hard way.”