"Alright, Grandma, I understand."

"Good. Then you can get back to your work. I won't disturb you any longer."

"Goodbye, Grandma."

Theodore blankly hung up the phone. He weakly leaned against the headboard, his gaze vacant.

The Spencers all cared so much about Rosalie. It was fine, because he cared about Rosalie too.

But she didn't care about him.

Rosalie cared about everyone-except for him.

He was the one who made foolish mistakes and lost her. He was now facing the consequences. What right did he have to complain?

In Rosalie's eyes, he was a despised ex-husband, someone who could be discarded at a crucial moment. Their ten years together couldn't compare to her few months with Sebastian. That was the difference. She had really fallen for Sebastian. Otherwise, why would she choose him so decisively?

Indeed, Sebastian was now her husband. Sebastian was despicable, but he would take good care of Rosalie because his love for her was real. What use was there for Theodore now? Theodore looked at the sunlight streaming through the window onto his face, and closed his eyes to feel it. It was really warm.

at the window. With a whoosh, he

perfect. Trees stood towering in the forest, their treetops swaying gently in the breeze. Leaves fell gracefully to the ground, unhurried and elegant. The whole world was so peaceful. Despite that, why did people still experience such pain? So much so that they didn't

raised a leg and stood on the

body swayed precariously. It was truly beautiful. Dying amidst this

much and wanted him dead, then he would

would be others who would take good care of her. She no longer needed

stood on

past. He thought about the moments

experienced together went far beyond being

and bad, the

shared countless precious

her hand and take her hiking. When she was tired, he would carry

sea, where she would snuggle

even if his body was numb, all just because

what kind of

was fifteen. They were sitting on

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