“When Ms.
Gold went into your room today, I specifically told her not to touch the box on the bedside because you treasured it.
” Wilma said, her eyes briefly flicking to Rosalind, whose frustration was evident.
Wilma referred to Anna as “Young Madam” on purpose, hoping to provoke Rosalind into revealing the truth.
“I threw that box away,” Rosalind blurted out, unable to hide her anger.
“Where did you throw it?” Justin’s voice was cold, his face dark with fury.
“Justin, why do you care so much about what Anna gave you? You’re already divorced, and I’m your new fiancée! Why do you still treasure the things she gave you? Have you ever thought about my feelings?” Rosalind’s voice wavered with fake tears, trained to evoke sympathy.
Justin ignored her emotional outburst.
“Where did you throw it?”
“In the backyard’s trash can,” Rosalind answered, her voice soft, expecting that would end it.
Justin didn’t hesitate.
He rushed to the backyard, rain soaking through his clothes.
He rolled up his sleeves and began digging through the trash can with single-minded determination.
“Justin! Stop looking for it! It’s filthy!” Rosalind called out from the corridor, but Justin didn’t stop.
Filthy? To Justin, the idea of filth was nothing new.
He had lived through worse when he was young—an illegitimate child, struggling in the streets, digging through trash for scraps to survive.
His past had forged him into someone who didn’t shy away from dirt.
Finally, Justin found the box.
A sigh of relief escaped his lips, but his expression changed instantly when he opened it.
The contents of the box—the suit that had once been flawless—was now torn to pieces, ruined beyond recognition.
Justin’s hands trembled slightly as he stared at the destruction.
His eyes burned with anger, and he turned toward Rosalind, his gaze cold and unforgiving.
Rosalind recoiled at the look in his eyes.
She was terrified by the emotionless way he was staring at her, unable to breathe under the weight of his fury.
Justin didn’t say anything.
He simply walked past her, holding the ruined box.
“Justin! Do you like Anna? Are you regretting the divorce?!” Rosalind screamed, her voice cracking as she mustered the courage to grab him.
“No,” Justin replied, his tone flat, but the emotions churning inside of him were anything but calm.
“But you’re clearly angry with me.
Are you mad at me just because I threw away what Anna gave you? Have you ever thought about my feelings? When I see the things she gave you, I think of the three years you were married.
Aren’t you afraid that I’ll get upset?” Rosalind’s words came out in a rush, aggressive and hurt.
“What do I need to do for you to be satisfied?” Justin’s patience finally snapped.
He pushed her away, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
“I already divorced her and decided to marry you, even against my grandfather’s wishes.
But you threw away her things, ripped her clothes, and used the media to attack her, accusing her of being a third party.
You humiliated her online, and now she’s vanished from my life.
But you still can’t let her go.
Enough is enough!”
Rosalind’s face flushed with shame.
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over her.
“Justin… Do you think I want to do that? I do it all because I love you!”
Justin’s frown deepened, but he spoke in a low, cold voice.
“Next time, if you face any difficulties, tell me.
I can help as long as it doesn’t harm anyone.
But I don’t like people who manipulate me under the guise of love.
You announced your marriage because you wanted to save your family business, and I won’t hold that against you.
But don’t let it happen again.
”
With that, Justin turned and left, leaving Rosalind seething with anger.