A Betrayed Wife Left To Die? She Rose As The Tech Empress

Looking over Roselyn's choices, Frank couldn't hide his dissatisfaction. "Why are you only eating this? A salad and soup won't do anything for you. You've lost too much weight. Get something proper."

Before Roselyn could respond, Frank reached for the menu and added several warm dishes she used to enjoy.

As the meal went on, Janice kept filling Roselyn's plate, making sure each serving was something she liked.

Despite that, Roselyn barely touched the food. After a few bites, she found it hard to continue.

Janice caught on right away. "Roselyn, what's the matter? Does it not taste good?"

Roselyn gave a small shake of her head. "It's fine, really. I had something earlier, so I'm not very hungry."

In truth, her condition had taken away her appetite, but she kept that to herself to avoid worrying them.

Not long after, a dull discomfort spread through her stomach. Roselyn pushed her chair back and stood. "I'll step out for a bit," she said before heading toward the restroom.

As she passed the smoking lounge, familiar voices reached her ears. They belonged to people who often stayed around Adrian.

"Adrian, you're staying out tonight again? Didn't your wife start calling you already?" one of them said.

"Knowing her, she definitely did. Adrian probably shut her down right away."

"She used to watch his every move. Anyone would get tired of that. No surprise he lost interest. After so long, there's nothing left."

"Come on, Emma's on a different level. Looks, figure, family, everything. Anyone would pick her."

Their careless tone made it clear Adrian had never tried to stop them from speaking like that.

Lowering her head, Roselyn let out a quiet laugh at herself and turned away.

Inside the lounge, Adrian sat with his head lowered, a cigarette between his fingers. Through the drifting smoke, a familiar figure caught his eye.

Without hesitation, he stubbed the cigarette out and stepped outside.

His sudden move made the others follow, each putting out their cigarettes as they went after him.

"Roselyn," Adrian called sharply. "So this is your new move now? Calling wasn't enough, so you decided to trail after me?"

The people around him went still, glancing at one another with unease.

None of them had expected her to appear here.

Roselyn's brother, Cristian Hudson, had specifically chosen a private VIP room to keep Emma's birthday dinner quiet. Roselyn's presence disrupted that sense of control.

No one could tell how much Roselyn had already heard.

Roselyn halted where she stood, and a sudden ache tightened in her chest.

Without warning, a memory came back. There was a time when Adrian had stood in front of her, shielding her without hesitation.

That version of him overlapped with the man in front of her now. He once cared deeply for her.

At some point, that love shifted into irritation and distance.

Taking a slow breath, Roselyn composed herself before turning back with a faint smile. "You're mistaken. I came here to eat. You're not the reason I'm here."

Roselyn moved to leave for the restroom, but Adrian reached out and caught her arm.

Adrian's patience snapped. "Roselyn, do you have to do this here? I'm meeting people for work. You're making things uncomfortable."

Without raising her voice, Roselyn pulled her arm free. "What exactly did I do?"

Even something as simple as walking to the restroom was now considered a problem. The thought almost made her laugh.

When she saw the shift back then, Roselyn held on to Adrian and wouldn't let go.

She knew what it felt like to be loved, so when that feeling disappeared, she recognized it right away.

Trying to force things back to how they used to be had been her mistake.

That wouldn't happen again.

A shift passed over Adrian's face, and his gaze turned even colder.

Sensing the tension, Adrian's friends quickly stepped in, trying to ease the situation.

"Roselyn, don't take it the wrong way. We're really just here for work."

Roselyn gave a small nod. "Alright. Then go ahead and continue."

Without waiting for anything else, Roselyn turned and walked off.

Once she faced away from them, a faint, mocking smile appeared on her lips.

Whether he was talking business or sharing something more personal with another woman no longer held any weight for her.

After one month, Adrian would simply become someone from her past.

As she disappeared from view, the group stood there, still unsettled.

"Adrian, she's always watching you closely."

"You might want to follow her and fix this before it gets worse."

Adrian looked toward where Roselyn had left, his irritation building. He took another cigarette from the pack, and someone stepped in to light it.

Taking a deep drag, he exhaled sharply. "Enough. Drop it."

After a few moments, the tension eased. Adrian turned around and headed back into the private room as though nothing had happened.