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Chapter 91

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The room fell into a suffocating silence. I could still hear his uncle’s words echoing in my head, making my entire body go

cold.

Divorce Rosalie and marry Charlotte.

I blinked, my mind struggling to process the weight of what had just been said. Did I hear him right? Did they actually say that?

I turned to Damien, and he looked just as frozen as I felt. His entire body had gone stiff, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His jaw was locked, and the rage in his eyes was unlike anything I had ever seen before.

But I wasn’t looking at him for long. My gaze shifted to Charlotte, sitting there, looking calm, almost… prepared.

No.

No, this wasn’t real.

His uncle sighed, breaking the silence. “I know this is hard, but it’s the best thing to do right now.”

Best thing?

The words hit me like a slap.

Eleanor–Damien’s mother–sat up straighter, her lips curving into a pleased smile as she looked at Damien. “You should listen to Jacob, he is your uncle and he knows.what’s best for you. Marrying Charlotte is the right choice. She is the more sophisticated sister. You wouldn’t have to deal with constant embarrassment. She will be an asset in your company as well.” Her gaze flickered to me, filled with nothing but contempt. “Divorcing Rosalie would be the best decision you ever make.”

I felt something sharp stab at my chest, something raw and unbearable.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

I shook my head, my voice breaking. “You… you’re serious about this?”

Jacob’s face softened as if he actually expected me to be grateful. “It’s nothing personal, Rosalie. This is just what’s right for the family.”

Right for the family?

I let out a shaky breath and turned fully to Charlotte. She was still sitting there, watching me with a blank expression, as if she had already accepted this.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my entire body trembling so violently I thought my knees might give out beneath me. I turned fully to Charlotte, my fingers digging into my dress, nails pressing into my skin.

“Charlotte,” I whispered, my voice raw with disbelief. “What is the meaning of all this?”

She didn’t look ashamed. She didn’t look guilty.

Her lips twitched slightly, as if she had been expecting this reaction. “I’m doing what’s expected of me.”

Expected?

A cold wave of nausea rolled through me. My hands shook in my lap, my breathing uneven as I tried to make sense of what

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“And does that include taking my husband from me?” My voice cracked on the last word, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear myself speak.

Damien finally moved beside me, his grip tightening around my hand, strong and steady. But I barely felt it. The only thing I could focus on was the person sitting across from me.

The person who had once been my sister.

Charlotte sighed, shaking her head like I was the one being ridiculous. “Rosalie, stop pretending like you love this marriage.”

My breath hitched, my stomach twisting painfully.

“What?” My voice was barely above a whisper.

“You and I both know you hate this marriage,” she said, her tone calm, as if she were stating an obvious fact, “You never wanted it in the first place. You spent weeks running away from it and searching for a divorce. You spent your entire marriage fighting against this family, and now you want to act like you actually belong here?”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “You don’t, Rosalic.”

I felt like I had been punched in the gut.

She wasn’t done.

“This is the only way to save our family from being penniless,” Charlotte continued, her voice gaining a cruel edge. “You can’t live up to your role as a respectable daughter–in–law. You can’t be what they want. But I can.”

I sucked in a sharp breath.

The room spun.

Everything inside me shattered into tiny, broken pieces.

I had heard many things in my life. I had been insulted, mocked, humiliated. But nothing–nothing–had ever hurt me as

much as this.

Not because of what she said.

But because of who said it.

Tears burned my eyes, slipping down my cheeks before I could stop them. My chest rose and fell with each shaky breath as the weight of her betrayal settled deep into my bones.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to hurt her.

I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her until she realized what she was doing.

I shot up from my seat so fast that my chair scraped against the floo

with a sharp screech.

“You’re unbelievable,” I choked out, my voice trembling. “You–my ow

Charlotte’s lips parted slightly, but I didn’t let her speak.

sister–you think it’s okay to betray me like this?”

“You’re a husband snatcher,” I spat, the rage bubbling inside me like a volcano ready to explode. “A betrayer. A disgrace.”

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The words barely left my mouth before smack!

A loud slap rang through the room as Eleanor’s hand collided with the table, making me flinch.

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“How dare you speak like that?” she hissed, her face contorted with anger. “You have no right to play the victim here, Rosalie. You are the unfortunate one to have ever been part of this family.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, her words cutting through me like a knife to the chest.

I should have been used to her cruelty by now.

I should have,

But this?

This was worse than anything she had ever said before.

She was no longer just dismissing me.

She was erasing me.

Like I had never belonged here.

Like I had never mattered,

My throat tightened, and for a second, I thought I might actually choke on the overwhelming pain in my chest. I opened my mouth to speak, to say something–anything–but before I could, Damien’s voice sliced through the room like a blade. “Enough.”

The deep, cold fury in his tone sent shivers down my spine.

Eleanor turned to him, ready to argue, but the look in his eyes stopped her in her tracks.

Damien slowly stood from his chair.

His movements were controlled, measured. But the fury radiating from him was blinding.

His entire body trembled with rage, his shoulders stiff, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

His eyes–those stormy, dark eyes–locked onto Charlotte, burning with pure disgust.

“I can’t believe you would stoop this low,” he said, his voice sharp and lethal. “To break apart my marriage for your own selfish reasons.”

Charlotte’s face paled.

Damien took a step forward, his presence overwhelming, his anger suffocating.

I had never seen him like this before.

Eleanor’s lips pressed into a thin line before she turned to Damien, her voice sharp with authority, demanding control over the situation as if she had every right to.

“Damien, that’s enough. Back away from Charlotte.”

Her command was firm, expecting immediate obedience, but Damien didn’t move. His entire body was tense, his fists clenched at his sides, his jaw locked in fury. His glare never wavered from Charlotte, and for the first time, there was something unsettling in his expression–not just anger, but pure disgust.

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Jacob sighed heavily, shaking his head like Damien was the one being unreasonable. “Damien, there’s no point in dragging this out. We all know what has to be done, and fighting it won’t change anything.”

My stomach twisted. The finality in his tone sent ice running through my veins.

“What needs to be done?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, though I already knew I wouldn’t like the answer.

Richard, who had been watching silently until now, finally spoke, his voice as emotionless as ever. “Your marriage has been nothing but a disgrace to this family, Damien. The scandals, the public humiliation–it’s clear Rosalie doesn’t belong here. The only way to fix this is for you to divorce her and marry Charlotte.”

Everything inside me went still. My fingers curled into the fabric of my dress as I stared at him, trying to process the weight of his words.

They weren’t just suggesting this. They had already made up their minds.

My breath hitched as one of his uncles reached into his briefcase and pulled out a thick stack of papers, setting them down on the table like they were nothing more than a simple business contract.

“We’ve already taken care of the paperwork,” he said casually, as if he wasn’t talking about tearing my marriage apart.

My vision blurred for a second, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. The papers sat there, so ordinary, so plain, yet they represented something so devastating, something that could shatter everything Damien and I had left.

They had planned this. They had prepared for this. They had come here fully expecting Damien to sign away our marriage like it was a bad deal they needed to cut off.

Eleanor didn’t hesitate. She pushed the papers toward Damien, her expression cold, unwavering. “Sign them.”

Damien didn’t even look at the

“No.”

A sharp, dangerous edge laced his voice, and it sent a chill through the room.

Eleanor’s lips pressed together, her patience thinning. “Damien-”

“I said no,” Damien snapped, his tone final, unyielding. “I’m not signing anything.”

His refusal was immediate, his conviction solid, but Eleanor wasn’t a woman who accepted defiance. She inhaled deeply, as if steadying herself, before leveling him with a steely gaze.

“If you don’t sign those papers, you can forget about your inheritance,” she said, each word cutting through the air like a

blade.

I felt my breath catch in my throat.

Damien didn’t even blink. “I don’t care.”

Eleanor’s fingers curled against the table, her expression tightening as if she hadn’t expected such an easy dismissal. “Don’t be a fool, Damien. Do you think love is enough to sustain you? Do you think Rosalie is worth throwing your entire future away for?”

Damien’s jaw tensed, his knuckles turning white. “I’d rather have nothing than let you dictate my life.”

His mother let out a slow breath, her face darkening with anger, but there was something else there—determination, the kind that came from knowing she still had the upper hand.

“Then hear me clearly,” she said, her voice dropping to a chilling calm. “We will strip you of everything, Damien. Your shares, your position, your name–everything tied to this family will be erased. You will have nothing if you don’t do this.”