Chapter 2 BRUTALLY DUMPED!

What should Rose Magenta do now?! Her husband had even brought his fiancée straight into their bridal room. That meant Rose Magenta truly had no choice at all.

“So… You want to divorce me? Have you really thought this through? Don’t regret it later,” Rose Magenta stared sharply into Finn Marck’s eyes. Finally, Rose Magenta was able to speak smoothly after organizing the words she wanted to emphasize before signing their divorce papers—papers that had already been signed by Finn Marck first. She didn’t even call him darling anymore, a term Finn Marck had insisted on since the day they got married.

“Hahaha! Of course I’ll never regret it, Rose. I never loved you at all!”

Cresh!

Rose Magenta felt like her heart stopped beating, as if a sharp dagger had cruelly stabbed her chest. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to hold back the burning pain that instantly rushed through her veins. Her lips trembled as she fought back the pain and tears.

“Alright.” Rose Magenta slowly sat down, threw the crumpled pregnancy test carelessly under the table, and reached for the pen with her trembling hand. Without reading the contents of the document in front of her, Rose Magenta signed it directly in the column opposite her husband's signature. Then, she picked up her copy of the papers with a blank expression. “Pack all your clothes and leave right now!”

Rose Magenta gasped at Finn Marck’s words. Then, the corners of her lips curved into a forced smile. She tried to smile, even though it was surely the worst smile of her entire life.

Those words truly showed that the man who said them had no conscience at all. And Rose Magenta finally realized that for the past two months, she had been living with a devil in human form who never deserved her love. Unfortunately, she had already given her heart and love to Finn Marck, and now she deeply regretted it.

Without saying a word, Rose Magenta walked toward the wardrobe and struggled to take down her suitcase from the top shelf. There was no sign that Finn Marck would help her, not even to get up from the sofa where he sat with his fiancée. He didn’t even have the courage to move.

Tears began to fall down her cheeks, but Rose Magenta quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. She didn’t want that homewrecker to see even a drop of her tears, which would only make her laugh and use it as a joke.

Everything she brought with her was packed into the suitcase. Nothing was left behind—not even her underwear and bra that she had just washed that afternoon. Once she was sure everything was packed, Rose Magenta took a deep breath and walked toward Finn Marck and the clingy woman he brought, who was now snuggling next to him on the luxurious sofa.

With trembling hands, Rose Magenta removed the wedding ring Finn Marck had placed on her finger two months ago, when they sat in front of the officiant and the marriage witnesses.

“Thank you,” Rose Magenta said as she placed the diamond ring on the table in front of her husband and that clingy woman.

“Just take it. It’s a cheap ring. Look at this,” the woman suddenly said, holding out her left hand. “The diamond ring from our engagement is this beautiful—how could you get such a cheap one for your wedding?”

The woman sneered with a smug smile, clearly showing how much more valuable and loved she felt by Finn Marck.

Rose Magenta knew the woman was trying to provoke her and mock her—mocking the fact that she had been dumped the moment this woman returned to Finn Marck’s life.

“Do you truly love Finn?... If you did, why did you leave him for so long and come back at the wrong time?” Rose Magenta asked calmly, though holding back her anger. “Shut up, Rose! You know nothing and don’t interfere in my private matters!” Finn Marck snapped at Rose Magenta and stood up. He looked furious and emotional.

“Be careful. Don’t let her leave you again. You might fall into the same hole twice,” Rose Magenta replied, fully aware of the truth even though she had never seen the woman Finn had once called his fiancée.

Everyone has a past. But Rose Magenta never expected her husband would do this to her.

“I said shut your mouth!” Finn Marck yelled again, raising his hand. But that trembling hand just hung there in the air.

His shouting and scolding weren’t the worst part. What hurt Rose Magenta the most was seeing her husband defend the woman beside him so fiercely. That raised hand might slap her face, and that thought made Rose Magenta feel humiliated.

It was clear how much Finn Marck loved that woman. Rose Magenta instinctively held her still-flat belly. She held her pain and sobs, her fragile body trembling. Without another word, she dragged her suitcase and left—leaving behind the two people who had perfectly ruined her life.

Rose Magenta pulled her suitcase toward the main road with the strength she had left. After walking quite far, she finally found a taxi.

Throughout the ride to her parents’ house, her tears kept falling non-stop. The pain in her chest was unbearable, and her stomach cramped.

Her mind was a complete mess. Becoming a widow at such a young age might not be the biggest problem for Rose Magenta. But what about the life growing inside her womb?! Should she keep it… or abort it?!

‘Wouldn’t that mean I’m killing my own child?! No. No. That can’t happen!’ Rose Magenta shook her head, realizing how insane that thought was. She couldn’t even bear to kill an ant.

When she arrived home, Rose Magenta placed the copy of the divorce paper on the table—just as questions began pouring from her mother and father’s mouths.

Emerald and Azure were stunned to see the divorce paper of their only daughter—from the man who had married her just two months ago. Wasn’t it them who insisted on the marriage back then? Why were they suddenly divorcing her now?!

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