The Rose That Left His World

Once, everyone said she and Marcus were the perfect match—the golden couple, made for each other. Friends had always believed they were destined to be together.

But now those same people stood on their moral high ground, judging her. They accused her of ruining what was supposed to be a pure relationship. And somehow, they even blamed her for his seven-year deception.

Lucy was rushed into surgery, and Cecilia followed behind.

Marcus had only suffered minor scrapes, but he refused to let the doctor examine him. He insisted on waiting until Lucy was out of surgery.

Lucy had lost too much blood. The baby didn’t survive. Because of the hemorrhaging, her uterus had to be removed.

Marcus looked devastated, pain written all over his face.

“Lucy, I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have sent you abroad for seven years. I shouldn’t have ignored you. And I shouldn’t have mistaken everything you did for me as something Cecilia had done.

“I loved the wrong person. I thought she was the one.”

Cecilia listened, stunned and confused.

Did Marcus really believe Lucy had been the one doing all those things for him?

Tears filled Cecilia’s eyes as she wiped them away with trembling fingers.

But she had done so much for him over the years too—quietly, in the background.

Since she was five years old, she had been his blood donor. Marcus had a rare condition that caused dangerously low platelet counts and required regular transfusions.

As a child, she had been terrified he might die.

Her parents tried to stop her, but she insisted on donating blood for him again and again.

That was also why she had always been so sickly growing up, while Marcus gradually became stronger and healthier.

Later, in middle school, her parents tried to force her to leave, afraid she would sacrifice her life for him.

Marcus believed she had been allowed to stay because he knelt outside the Summer family’s house for seven days, begging them not to take her away.

But the truth was different.

She had threatened to kill herself if her parents separated them.

Only then had they finally given up.

Now she watched Marcus regretfully confess how cold he had been to Lucy—how he loved her and should never have ignored her.

Cecilia suddenly wanted to tell him that she felt the same.

If she had known their love would end in ruins like this, she would never have let it begin.

She walked toward the elevator, tears blurring her vision.

At that moment, Marcus suddenly collapsed onto the floor.

This time, she made a different choice.

She wasn’t going to save him anymore.

Night fell quietly.

Cecilia sat alone in her villa while her social media exploded with activity.

Everyone she and Marcus knew was sharing the same video.

In the clip, the bride’s face was hidden, while the groom slipped a ring onto her finger.

But the captions all said the same thing:

“Mr. Leedon and Mrs. Leedon’s seventh anniversary!”

Cecilia’s lips curled into a cold sneer.

Seventh anniversary…

Marcus and Lucy’s anniversary too.

Who exactly were these people celebrating?

Someone had posted footage from their wedding online, and it had quickly spread across the internet.

Everywhere, people were congratulating her.

“So happy for Mrs. Leedon!”

“Mr. Leedon and his wife are adorable. So sweet!”

“Another fairytale romance!”

Meanwhile, Marcus lay unconscious in the hospital, completely unaware of the storm brewing online.

Her phone suddenly rang.

She answered.

“Cecilia, Marcus urgently needs a blood transfusion. You need to come to the hospital and donate.”

Her eyes filled with tears—but they burned with cold fury.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Leedon. I’m not his wife, or even his girlfriend. I have no obligation to save him. I’m not connected to him in any way.”

“…You know everything?”

Cecilia let out a cold laugh.

“Thank you for what you did seven years ago. Because of you, I won’t have to deal with a divorce from Marcus now.

“If he bleeds to death tonight, I won’t attend his funeral either.

“I’m nothing to him.”

The old man’s voice turned icy.

“You, Cecilia, are just like your grandfather.

“You will always be the person I hate the most.”

Then he hung up.

Cecilia didn’t sleep the entire night.

Instead, she spent hours sorting through every memory she had with Marcus—holding tightly to the quiet, burning rage in her heart.