Chapter 63
Roulic, completely drunk, giggled uncontrollably, her voice lilting with a mix of amusement and bitterness. She said, “No wonder he doesn’t like me. He’s a jerk. A total idiot, a bastard.
“He’s too stupid to see how great I am. I’ve been trying so hard just to please that fool. This is a toxic relationship, and we should never be together.”
As she watched Rosalie laugh so innocently, almost childishly. Anya’s heart sank. Anya wasn’t sure what to make of the absurdity of the situation. It was clear Rosalie was very drunk, but the bitterness beneath her words hit Anya harder than expected
Suddenly, Rosalie’s hand grabbed hers with a firm grip. Her face, now serious, was a sharp contrast to her earlier playful demeanor. “Anya, I’ve made up my mind.” Rosalie said, her tone fierce and resolute. I’m done loving him. I won’t love that jerk Julian anymore.
The last part of her sentence came out louder, her voice growing more defiant as she repeated, “I won’t love that jerk Julian anymore!
Before Anya could respond. Rosalie abruptly stood up from the sofa. She planted one foot on the coffee table and held the now–empty vodka bottle. aloft. her eyes burning with a mix of rage and drunken clarity. “Next time I see Julian, Ill smash his face in
With a violent thud, the bottle crashed onto the coffee table, shattering into a dozen jagged pieces.
Anya and Kaleb stared dumbstruck, and even Julian, who had just walked in, was left speechless.
Rosalie casually tossed the broken bottle aside, her foot shifting from the table back onto the floor. But just as she did, Anya’s eyes widened in horror “Rosalie
It was too late. Rosalie’s foot landed directly on the glass shards.
Even as Julian sprinted toward her, trying to catch her before it was too late, the damage was done.
Anya’s Lounge provided hotel–style slippers in every private room–soft, but not made to withstand anything like this. With Rosalie’s weight coming down, the delicate fabric couldn’t protect her, and instantly, her foot was drenched in a wave of crimson.
For a few seconds, Rosalie stood frozen, the pain registering too late, and then a soft, wailing cry escaped her lips. “Ow, that hurts.”
