After Being Thrown into a Snake Pit by My Husband and Reborn, I Chose to Leave

Theodore held her body in the morgue for a day and a night without eating or drinking. When he came out, he forced a smile at me.

We were married, but it was only in name. He had not touched me in months. He saw me as an obstacle between him and Rosalie and wanted to kick me out. All I got from him was the cold shoulder.

I grew guilty after what happened. Rosalie was a human being, after all.

Seeing that I was at a loss, Theodore touched my head for the first time. "It has nothing to do with you. I forgot to secure the rope."

He did not blame me and said he would spend the rest of his life with me from now on.

It was one surprise after another during that period. He took me to a business event and bought me a beautiful dress for the first time. Then, he bought a yacht and said he would take me to Norwol for the weekend to see the northern lights.

For the first time, I found out how romantic he was and how lucky I was to be his woman. I looked forward to that day's arrival, but I was too naive. When I was enjoying the view on the north-bound yacht, he pushed me overboard.

The waters of the north were so cold that they hurt like arrows piercing the heart.

"Theodore, what are you doing? Pull me up." I found his eyes infinitely sinister—as if he wanted to tear me alive.

Theodore answered, "Celeste, you killed Rosalie. Do you know how scared she was, up there alone?"

"I was kidnapped. I didn't know anything! Please, Theodore. I don't want to stay here alone," I begged desperately, trying to climb up with all my strength.

However, he kicked me down with a more sinister look in his eyes. "Haha, I want you to experience what it's like to die in fear. This is a shark zone. You're going to be ripped to shreds."

Finally, he sailed away, leaving me shouting my lungs out. Later, I was exhausted and eaten alive by a pack of sharks.

It was not until my moment of death that I found out that Theodore had never accepted me. Rosalie had his entire heart, and not a shred was left for me.

I did not know he had a childhood sweetheart called Rosalie until we got married. Theodore had loved her since he was little and had always thought of her as his bride-to-be. However, he married me by mistake.

After we got married, Theodore habitually circled around Rosalie every day—including Valentine's Day, Independence Day, Christmas, New Year's Day... He abandoned me on all those occasions and hung out with her. Even in the middle of the night, he would get out of bed and go to her house to spend the night with her as long as Rosalie called.

They would've been the happiest couple without me, so I became a thorn in their flesh.

I was a little reluctant at first and tried stopping Theodore's behavior.

In return, he gave me a look of extreme disgust and rudely interrupted me, "I married you, yet you're still unsatisfied. Rosalie is an orphan. Why do you have no sympathy?" He spoke as if marrying me was already bestowing me a great gift.