He Was Her Everything Until He Betrayed Her

Luke's expression shifted instantly. Over the years, Rosalie first addressed him as "Mr. Williams," like everyone else, but later tried calling him "Luke"—and he sharply corrected her each time.

Now, she'd finally found the right way to address him.

From now on, he'd only ever be "Uncle Luke."

Without another glance at either of them, Rosalie turned and walked away, her body feeling unwell from the heavy perfume scent lingering around her. When she exited the car, dizziness swept over her, and her steps felt unsteady.

The butler, noticing her pale face and the perfume bottle in her hand, immediately looked alarmed. "Quick, take that perfume away from Miss Rosalie! If Mr. Williams finds out, there'll be trouble."

Hearing this, Rosalie felt only a deep sadness. With a single decision, the same man who had once doted on her without reserve could plunge her into despair.

The allergic reaction drained her, and she passed out, sleeping heavily until late that night. She awoke groggily to find Luke in her room, his presence unmistakable.

He had moved his bedroom to another floor long ago to keep his distance from her, and he rarely entered her room. Tonight, he burst in with a sharp energy that made her wonder if she was dreaming.

His next words jolted her to full consciousness. "Why did you throw away the gift Fiona gave you? What are you trying to pull? Do you know how hurt she was when she saw it?"

Rosalie forced herself to sit up, her voice steady despite her weariness. "I didn't throw it away."

Without warning, Luke tossed a bag onto her bed, and the perfume bottle tumbled out, shattering on the floor.

The scent spread quickly, filling the room and choking her with intensity. Rosalie began to cough violently, her face flushing as her body reacted.

Alarmed, the butler rushed to call the doctor. "Sir, I threw out the perfume! Isn't it your rule that no perfume is allowed in the house? Miss Rosalie has a severe allergy!"

Only then did Luke seem to realize the severity of the situation, remembering the first time Rosalie had experienced an allergic reaction years ago.

He was completely unprepared for her distress at the time. However, he showed her careful attention, which made her feel truly cherished.

The Luke of the past had nurtured Rosalie, raising her with care and kindness.

But the Luke of today was only hurting the person he'd once protected.

The butler remembered. Everyone in the house remembered.

Only Luke seemed to have forgotten.

Once Rosalie's condition stabilized, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Rosalie is awake now," the butler said softly. "Sir, maybe you should check on her."

Just as Luke took a step toward her door, his phone rang. He paused, then answered the call, listening for a moment before glancing back toward Rosalie.

"Take good care of her," he said shortly to the butler. "I have something else I need to handle."

From her bed, Rosalie watched it all. Once, seeing him leave like that would have devastated her.

Now, all she felt was numbness. It was a good thing she had decided to move on.

The butler came in, looking to say something, but he hesitated.

In the end, he simply managed, "Please don't worry. You'll be fine."

Rosalie offered him a reassuring smile. "I know. Thank you.”

She was grateful she'd chosen to let go before it was too late. The butler lingered with a few quiet reminders before finally stepping out.

Rosalie lay back and looked out at the dark sky. Another day had passed.

In the following days, she quietly focused on her recovery, going through the few things she'd accumulated in the house.

Ten years had left countless reminders of her life there, each item tied to a memory she'd once shared with Luke.

But now it was time to let those memories go.

It was time for them both to begin new lives.