Rose Baron Emily NovelRevenge Was Sweet,Until Fate Struck Harder

I never went easy on my billionaire husband's lovers.

One woman was cheating with him in his car, so I drove my own car and broke her leg.

Another woman had dinner with him, so I made her chug an entire bottle of chili sauce.

And anyone who dared to send me bedroom photos? I made sure every media outlet in the city ran that photo on a loop for twenty-four hours.

This time, Baron Thorne was infatuated with a hotel intern.

She looked like a startled little bunny, hiding behind him in a white dress.

Baron said, right in front of her and me,
She gave me her first time. Im going to give her the most spectacular wedding.

My hand was in my pocket, clutching that cancer diagnosis report so tightly I nearly crushed it.

I looked at him, then at the girl, and finally, I simply nodded.

This time, I said calmly,
Fine. Marry her.


Baron looked at me, the smile in his eyes instantly twisting into suspicion.

What game are you playing now?

He took a step forward, lowering his voice.

Im warning you, Emily Davis is timid. If you dare lay a hand on her, Ill immediately cut off Lilys medical expenses.

For years, wed been at each others throats, but hed never threatened my family.

That was our unspoken boundary.

My body stiffened.

Now, for Emily, he had personally torn that line apart.

It felt like a blunt object had slammed hard into my chest, a dull, aching pain.

I lowered my head, forcing a slight smile.

Do whatever you want.

Im tired lately. I just want some peace and quiet.

Back in the day, Baron and I were known as the craziest couple in the citys elite circles.

He constantly sought out all kinds of lovers.

And I constantly fought with every single one of them.

I never gave up, perhaps clinging to a ridiculous hope that one day hed get tired, get bored, and maybe hed come back to me.

But the diagnosis report in my pocket reminded me that, in the end, I was the one who was defeated first.

I had to go to the hospital, to start a long and unwinnable battle for my life.

Five years of marriage, and all we had left were fights, tearing each other apart, and countless scandalous headlines. Nothing else.

He hadnt even noticed how much I had wasted away.

I returned to the hillside mansion where I lived alone. The cold wind swept in, and I shivered involuntarily.

Only after turning on the heating did I start to feel my body warm up.

In the mirror, my hair was already thinning, and I looked like a thin sheet of paper.

I remembered earlier, when Baron put his arm around Emily and left, he glanced back at me.

Stop trying to lose weight. Youre so skinny, even if you stripped naked and lay in front of me, I wouldnt react.

Night fell.

I sat alone on the sofa, memories of these past years rushing over me like a tide.

Four years ago, I broke the leg of his first mistress.

He cradled the girl, his eyes ice-cold.

Rose, you married me. Youll be nothing but a permanent fixture in the background of my life. Do you think this will make me look at you more?

No. Itll just make me sick of you.

I even tried cooking for him. My hands were covered in blisters from learning to make soup, only for his mistress to spill the entire bowl onto my feet.

He stood by, laughing, praising her for doing it beautifully.

I once changed into sexy lingerie, but he just glanced at me, mocking.

If you dont have the assets, dont bother trying. Put some clothes on, youll catch a cold.

He paused, then added,

If youre really that desperate, buy a toy.

I threw away all those gentle dresses and kitchen utensils.

Between Baron and me, all that was left was a string pulled tighter and tighter, and one mutual destruction after another.

The doorbell rang.

I opened the door. Emily stood outside, wringing her hands.

I frowned. Something wrong?

Her face flushed crimson, her voice barely a whisper.

Mr. Thorne Mr. Thorne said theres a box of unopened con-condoms here and he told me to come get them.

I laughed out loud.

Is this his way of reminding me not to touch whats his?

I looked at her.

Dont worry. Ill definitely bless your wedding. The grander, the better.

She bit her lip, then suddenly looked up.

Mrs. Thorne Mr. Thorne has been having severe stomach pains lately. Cant you stop antagonizing him?

I stared at her quietly, suddenly finding it absurd.

Emily, I said slowly.

I remember Baron can drink anyone under the table. You know best how you ended up in his room that night.

Ill say it again, do whatever you want. Im tired.

Stop putting on a show for me.

Closing the door, I called my best friend.

Stella,

My voice was calm.

Help me draft a divorce agreement. And contact a good oncology hospital, fast.



The next day, I went to the hospital Stella arranged.

Dr. Alex Carter, the attending physician, was her friend. He carefully reviewed my reports, his brows furrowed.

Why did you drag this on for so long? Have you been in a bad mood these past few years?

My phone suddenly vibrated wildly. It was Baron.

I took a deep breath and answered.

His furious voice almost burst my eardrum.

Rose, where are you? Get your butt to the company right now!

I hung up directly, letting the phone continue to vibrate in my bag.

As I left the hospital, Dr. Carters words still echoed in my ears.

The situation is very dangerous. You must be hospitalized immediately. Right now theres only a three percent chance.

The sunlight was blinding. I raised a hand to shield my eyes, but my eyes still stung with unshed tears.

Suddenly, a hand harshly gripped my arm.

Rose!

I looked up and saw Barons ashen face. Emily stood beside him, her eyes red, as if shed just been crying.

I pulled my hand away. What do you want?

Baron stared at me, his gaze fixed.

What are you doing at the hospital?

Emily suddenly sobbed.

Mr. Thorne Rose cursed me out on the phone earlier. She called me trash, a gold-digging slut

She glanced at me timidly.

Is she is she deliberately hiding at the hospital to play the victim card, so you wont confront her?

I frowned deeply.

Emily, what nonsense are you talking about?

Only then did I notice the distinct, frighteningly red and swollen slap mark on Emilys face.

Barons voice was as cold as ice.

Apologize to Emily.

I stood my ground.

I didnt say those things.

He picked up his phone and gave an order to someone on the other end.

Cancel the medical team we arranged before.

My breath caught in my throat. That was Lilys hope for survival.

My fingernails dug deep into my palms.

I looked at Emily, my voice dry.

Im sorry.

Emilys tears fell even harder.