Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1392

The enraged roar of a man who had lost all reason echoed throughout the entire room.

Rosalie no longer had the strength to argue. She merely sneered and said, "Because Justin was worth it. I wanted to be with him. But you…you disgust me."

At this moment, it seemed the only way she could retaliate against Sebastian was through words—to trample on his pride as a man.

Sebastian's breathing grew rapid and heavy. He clenched Rosalie's wrist tightly, his teeth grinding together in fury.

"You bitch! You wanted to sleep with him, huh? Then I'll remove all traces of him from you bit by bit until there's nothing left! Then, you'll be my slave, mentally, physically, and emotionally!" he yelled.

The latter half of the night was another storm of torment.

Rosalie had no idea how she had survived. All she knew was that Sebastian had been like a wild beast that was completely out of control. She had almost died.

Yet, as she hovered on the brink of death, all she could think about was that maybe it would be better if she simply died. That way, she could be with Justin.

But when she opened her eyes, morning had arrived. She was still alive. Sebastian was already dressed and was standing by the window, gazing out at the view.

Rosalie's hands and feet were bound with ropes.

The sunlight stung her eyes, making them ache. She turned her head to the side.

There was nothing on the floor, yet she could still see Justin lying there.

She hated herself for opening her eyes, for still being alive. She wished she would never wake up again.

Because the moment she did, that scene would return to her—the image of Justin lying on the ground, his bloodstained eyes wide open, watching helplessly as she was harmed by Sebastian.

She even wished that death was the end, that there was nothing after it—no soul nor afterlife. Because then, Justin wouldn't have to be tormented even in death.