He Was Her Everything Until He Betrayed Her

Just as Rosalie was about to decline politely, Fiona mentioned her late parents. "Your mother passed away so early, and I haven't been around for you these past years. As your aunt, I'd really like to get closer to you."

Hearing that, Rosalie agreed. Regardless of whom Luke loved, her aunt was still her aunt, and she wanted to honor that family bond.

In her childhood, Fiona had been nothing but kind to her, and after losing her parents, Rosalie cherished the few family members she still had.

When she arrived at the boutique, she saw Fiona sitting gracefully, flipping through a magazine with an air of quiet elegance. Her poised, gentle demeanor made it easy to see why Luke might be drawn to someone like her. If he was happy, that's all that really mattered.

Fiona greeted Rosalie warmly, and Rosalie, a bit uneasy, responded, "Auntie."

With a soft smile, Fiona patted her head and said, "You really do look so much like your mom. She'd be so proud of you."

A pang of sadness hit Rosalie at the mention of her mother, and Fiona noticed.

Quickly, Fiona shifted the subject. "Oh, let's not dwell on the past. I picked out a dress for you too. Try it on and see if it fits."

She handed the dress to Rosalie, who went to the fitting room. Then, Fiona realized it was quite loose and far more revealing than she was comfortable with. She brushed it off, assuming her aunt didn't know her exact size.

Just as she left the fitting room, a familiar voice sounded outside. "Are you ready yet?"

It was Luke. Rosalie froze, her mind racing.

What was he doing here?

Still, instinctively, she responded to him like she always did. "Yes, I'm ready."

The door opened unexpectedly, and before she could react, she stumbled forward, landing directly in his arms.

Rosalie looked up, watching his expression shift from surprise to something darker. Luke's brows knitted together as he took in her revealing outfit, his voice laced with disapproval.

"What are you doing here?"

Flustered, Rosalie took a step back, but in her haste, she accidentally stepped on the hem of the dress, causing it to slip further down her body, revealing even more skin.

Before she could move, Luke's jacket was suddenly draped over her, shielding her from view.

Then came his cold voice. "Rosalie, have you sunk this low? Are you willing to do anything to get my attention?"

Rosalie bit her lip, desperate to explain. "I didn't…"

But when she looked up, she only saw the same disdainful look he'd given her. The man who once treated her like she was precious now looked at her as if she were a stranger.

That look pierced through her, leaving her heart aching and hollow.

Luke didn't give her a chance to speak. "If you didn't mean anything by it, why would you be parading around in Fiona's dress like this right before me?"

Rosalie looked down at the dress, feeling disoriented and humiliated, his words cutting through her fog.

"What exactly will it take for you to understand your place?" he demanded.

Rosalie opened her mouth, but the words were lodged in her throat.

Even if she explained, would he even believe her?

"Oh, Luke! You're here!" Fiona approached just then, taking in the scene with a look of surprise. Without missing a beat, she said, "This is my fault. Rosalie's dress is still with me."