Chapter 7 Regret
Hugo’s mind rang with a buzzing sound as he thought about the box his mother had brought over.
He had no time to deal with the box’s lock and, in his panic, smashed it open with his fist. Inside, he found a divorce agreement and a USB drive.
When he saw that Rosalie had signed her name, he felt like his whole world had been torn apart.
Rosalie, the one who loved him so much, how could she want to divorce him?
It felt like he couldn’t breathe, as if someone had their hands around his neck. His last hope rested on the USB drive.
It couldn’t be. Rosalie must have left him a way to win her back.
She was clearly the one who couldn’t bear to part with him.
The guests waited for the main character to appear, but Hugo was storming toward the backstage area.
The video showing Hugo and Rosalie’s love story abruptly halted. Hugo opened the video folder on the USB drive and pressed play.
Expecting to see something from Rosalie, he instead found himself watching a shameless scene of himself and Sylvie rolling over each other on a bed.
It felt like he had been struck with a heavy blow, and Hugo stood there,
mouth agape, unable to speak.
He couldn’t even stop the video from continuing to play.
Had Rosalie known about his affair with Sylvie all along?!
He panicked at the realization. Even if Rosalie wanted to get revenge, she would have at least let him see her reaction in person, right?
Otherwise, how could it feel satisfying?
He tried to calm himself down. Compared to his ruined reputation, there was only one thing on his mind–he needed to see Rosalie, make amends with her, and go to Hawaii together as they had planned last year.
His legs felt weak, but he still stumbled toward the venue.
“Sleeping with his wife’s best friend? Hugo’s really living it up.”
“Tsk, tsk. And he’s doing it in the wedding suite. Doesn’t he fear his wife finding out?”
“Rosalie still hasn’t shown up. She probably thinks this man is trash by
now.”
He heard their mocking comments, but he didn’t care.
His eyes scanned every corner, desperate to find Rosalie.
But the more he looked, the more anxious he became–there was no sign of her anywhere.
In despair, Sylvie pushed her wheelchair up to him, her voice sharp.
“How could Rosalie treat us like this? What are you doing?”
At that moment, Hugo feels like Sylvie is nothing but an annoying fly.
Rosalie wasn’t trying to hurt them; she wasn’t that calculating. She was just angry and trying to force him to come back.
Hugo clenched his fists and kicked Sylvie’s wheelchair over.
“Don’t ever let me hear you speak ill of her again! If you do, I’ll never forgive you.”
Under Sylvie’s shocked gaze, Hugo stepped into the crowd, shouting loudly.
“Rosalie, where are you?
“I know I was wrong. From now on, I’ll only be good to you. Come out, please.”
But the response wasn’t Rosalie’s sweet voice.
It was his mother’s harsh slap.
“I told you to take care of Rosalie, and this is how you take care of her?
“I truly regret letting Rosalie marry you. A person like you doesn’t deserve her!”
Her cane struck him again and again, but he remained silent.
If he was wrong, then he deserved to be punished.
His mother was right. What had he been doing all these years?
His misplaced sympathy for Sylvie had hurt the person who loved him most–Rosalie.
He wished he could slap himself twice.
