Even though Julian was her brother. Anya couldn''t help but urge Rosalie to divorce him multiple times.


    Damn it. What a worthless piece of garbage: Anya thought, her anger ring up again.


    Every time Anya thought of Julian, she couldn''t help but curse under her breath, her frustration boiling over.


    Rosalie epted the drink Anya handed her with a smile, masking the bitterness swirling inside her, and without hesitation, she took a gulp. The sharp burn of the strong liquor spread across her mouth, its spiciness stinging her senses and making her cough uncontrobly.


    The fiery rush hit her like a thunderp, jolting her brain, and the heat seemed to travel down her throat in a ze, straight to her stomach.


    "Whoa, Rosalie, this is high-proof whiskey. You can''t just m it like that," Anya eximed, her eyes wide with concern at the sight of Rosalie''s reddened cheeks. Anya quickly reached out and patted her back, looking worried as she asked, "Are you okay!"


    sh it off. "Im


    It took Rosalie a few moments to recover from the shock to her system. She shook her head and smiled weakly, trying to brushi thirsty when Tarrived and drank too fast, Rosalie said.


    "I''m fine, just


    Her eyes lowered, hiding the emotions flickering beneath them, especially the bitterness that had appeared when Anya mentioned Julian''s name. Rosalie grabbed the bottle of vodka by her side and poured herself another shot, letting the cool liquid settle in the ss before she answered Anya''s question, I''ve known for a long time that Julian doesn''t love me. He might even hate me, but


    She paused, a self-deprecating smile curling on her lips. I guess, just giving up so easily didn''t sit right with me."


    That was the truth. Her stubborn pride had kept her in that hollow marriage for an entire year, one that had never been anything close to seemed.


    what it


    If Rosalie hadn''t overheard, in her previous life, Julian''s outright wish for her death, she probably would''ve stuck it out forever, even if Julian had shoved the divorce papers in her face.


    Anya watched Rosalie''s bitter smile, her frown deepening with sympathy, but also a fresh surge of fury for Julian What a jerk, Anya thought, the words echoing in her mind.


    Rosalie brought the ss of vodka to her lips, but this time she didn''t drink it as hastily as before.


    Looking at Anya, Rosalie felt as though a floodgate had opened. All the emotions she''d been holding back came pouring out, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and resignation.


    Julian gave me the final blow, Rosalie said, her voice heavy with resignation, "and it''s finally killed any hope I had left. If I drag this on any longer, it''s only going to end badly."


    In her past life, Rosalie had stubbornly refused to divorce him, clinging to a sinking ship for another year, until she managed topletely destroy whatever tiny shred of affection remained between her and Julian


    Rosalie thought bitterly. This is probably why, in my past life, when the paramedic called him as I was dying, he was so die already.


    impatient, hoping I''d just


    Anya had no idea that Rosalie had died once and then been sent back a year in time. When she heard Rosalie mention the "final blow": assumed Rosalie was referring to the conversation Julian had had with Martin a few days ago about the divorce.


    Anya


    Anya reached out, patting Rosalie''s back in a gesture offort. “You should''ve divorced him a long time ago. You''re too good for someone like Julian. Why waste any more time on a jerk like him? A man like that doesn''t deserve to be with you."


    Kaleb, who had been quietly sitting nearby, suddenly f he listened to his wife hurl insult after insult at Julian. His feelings wereplex, to say the least.


    found himself dumbstruck. His expression became a mixture of amusement and confusion as


    Kaleb thought. Of course, she''s Julian''s sister. Anya''s not holding anything back, is she? Not even a little soft on him!


    to treat me like that, I''d break his legs, kill him with poison, and then take his money to hire a new


    Anya then casually added, "If Kaleb ever dared to handsome


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    for


    Company every day?


    Both Rosalie and Kalebs were rendered speechless.


    Kaleb, sitting quietly and obediently in his seat, couldn''t help but think to himself,


    ''How did I end up getting dragged into this?