A Betrayed Wife Left To Die? She Rose As The Tech Empress
Ten years as childhood friends and three as husband and wife ended in her husband's betrayal, and her brothers' indifference. Diagnosed with mid-stage stomach cancer, Roselyn saw the truth of her life.
She walked away from everything, rising from an overlooked office worker to a leading figure in the tech world.
She outplayed her husband into signing divorce papers. When they met again, he begged, "I was wrong... take me back. I'd give you my stomach if I could."
Her once arrogant brothers pleaded too, but she felt nothing. After all, love that arrived too late meant nothing to her now-she simply didn't care anymore.
As they stood desperate, a man stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms. "Why waste time on them? Look at me instead."
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Chapter 7
Roselyn stayed focused on the materials for some time, but a dull ache began to spread through her stomach. Setting the work aside, Roselyn picked up her cup and went downstairs to get water.
Halfway down the stairs, she came face to face with Adrian, who was slipping on his coat. "Something came up at the office. I need to leave," he said without much thought.
His eyes shifted to Roselyn's posture, noticing how her hand pressed against her stomach. "What's going on?"
Keeping her expression steady, Roselyn gave a small smile. "It's nothing. My stomach's acting up again, same as before."
A hint of irritation showed on his face. "I'm busy right now. I don't have time for this."
She had used that same reason before whenever he was about to leave, trying to make him stay.
After hearing it over and over, he no longer took it seriously.
For a second, Roselyn didn't react. His words didn't make sense to her at first. Did he really think she was making it up?
A bitter curve formed on her lips. The ache in her stomach deepened, and something in her chest followed.
Explaining herself to him had been pointless. She was already in pain, yet he still chose to doubt her.
This was the man she once loved for years.
A thought crossed her mind without warning. If her condition were truly something serious, would he feel anything at all?
She didn't need an answer. The way he stood now made it clear that even if she collapsed in front of him, he would likely assume it was another act.
He might even walk past her and still go see Emma.
Roselyn shook her head and pushed those thoughts aside. None of it held weight anymore. The divorce had already entered its waiting period.
When this month came to an end, she would walk away from everything. Bit by bit, things were finally shifting toward something better.
After Adrian walked out, Roselyn took her medicine and followed it with a full glass of water. The discomfort eased, though it didn't disappear completely.
She didn't stay up long after that. Returning to her room, she shut her laptop and went straight to bed.
The next morning, her phone rang and pulled her awake. It was Saturday, and Greta Hudson, her grandmother, appeared on the screen.
As soon as she picked up, Greta's aged voice came through. "Roselyn, are you coming home today?"
Still groggy, Roselyn hesitated before it came back to her. On her days off, she made it a habit to visit twice each month.
Since her schedule never stayed the same, Greta would always call ahead to check.
Truthfully, aside from Greta, no one else in the Hudson family looked forward to seeing her. That had never been a secret.
Letting out a yawn, Roselyn replied, "I'm free today, Grandma. I'll come by later."
Warmth filled Greta's voice right away. "That's good to hear. I'll ask Mary to cook the dishes you like."
After the call ended, Roselyn glanced at the time. It was only 7:10 in the morning.
She ran her fingers through her hair, dropped back onto the bed, and rested a little longer before finally getting up.
By the time she came downstairs after washing up, breakfast was already set. Donna greeted her with a gentle smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Riley. Your breakfast is ready."
Roselyn responded with a small nod, "Morning."
Only one portion sat on the table, and that told her everything she needed to know. Adrian hadn't come back last night.
Placing a glass of warm milk in front of her, Donna spoke again. "Mr. Riley got home very late, so he used the guest room. He left early this morning too. Said he had documents waiting at the office, so he skipped breakfast."
Roselyn made a quiet sound in response and didn't press further.
She could tell Donna meant well, trying to keep the peace and avoid another clash.
But whatever stood between her and Adrian had already grown beyond fixing, like something that had built up for too long.
Once she finished eating, Roselyn told Donna she was heading out, picked up her keys, and walked out the door.
Roselyn stepped into the Hudson residence, but Greta was nowhere in sight. The place felt empty, with no one else around either.
Mary, the housekeeper, approached right away, took her belongings, and handed her a glass of water.
Mary's tone stayed light and welcoming. "Roselyn, you're finally back. Greta went out with the others. You should drink some water first."
Roselyn accepted it, murmured her thanks, and took a sip.
From upstairs, a soft voice drifted down. "Roselyn? Did you just arrive?"
A slim figure appeared along the staircase and made her way down slowly. The white dress she wore gave her a gentle and harmless look.
The moment Emma reached the bottom, her face brightened. She moved closer without hesitation.
She turned once in front of Roselyn. "Take a look at this. Do you think it suits me?"
Roselyn let out a faint smile. "It looks fine."
She couldn't ignore it. Emma was already tied to Adrian, yet she stood there like none of it existed, like she had nothing to answer for.
That act made Roselyn feel disgusted.
Emma shifted her gaze toward the kitchen. "Mary, bring out something fresh. It's too warm today, and Roselyn just got here."
"Of course." Mary gave a quick glance before leaving.
Emma gestured toward the scissors on the coffee table. "If you like it, I'll keep it. Can you help remove the tag?"
The scissors resting there looked heavy, the kind used for fabric, and the blades caught the light.
Roselyn leaned forward, picked them up, and scanned the dress. "Where did they attach it?"
"Check near the neckline. It should be there," Emma replied.
Roselyn's gaze dropped, and what she saw made her chest tighten. Marks lined Emma's neck, and a necklace rested against her skin.
So Adrian hadn't been working last night. He had been with her.
This was Roselyn's favorite custom necklace—the "True Love." It had taken the designer two full weeks of discussion with her to get every detail right.
Now it rested on Emma instead.
Emma had done it on purpose.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Roselyn's face.
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