Seeing him move closer, Rose instinctively stepped back, her brows drawing together.
“You really don’t need to dress up your cruelty and selfishness as concern for me. Whether Trevor is willing or not, that doesn’t give you the right to use me as a bargaining chip.”
Besides, she didn’t believe Trevor would let himself be cornered so easily.
And business decisions weren’t entirely up to him. How could anyone expect him to simply hand over such a valuable piece of land?
Ryan studied her reaction.
It almost seemed as though she were already defending Trevor, preparing an excuse for him before he’d even said anything.
He slowly leaned back, a cryptic look passing through his eyes.
“If what you call sincerity can’t compete with immediate benefit, Rose, then in his eyes, you’ll always be the second choice.”
His voice remained calm.
“And that means he’ll always have a reason to weigh the pros and cons before deciding whether to keep you.”
“That’s none of your business.”
Their conversations had never been peaceful.
Even when they spoke calmly, every sentence seemed designed to find the other’s weakest point.
Ryan stared at her for a moment.
“No. It isn’t.”
Rose’s mood sank even further.
She stood.
There was no way she could stop the Knight family from exploiting this situation for their own benefit. Knowing that made her feel sick.
She took a breath and glanced at Ryan’s bandaged arm, then at his leg, which was still secured in a cast.
“Not everyone is as heartless as you.”
Her voice was cold. “You’re willing to turn someone else’s genuine feelings into a business transaction just because it benefits you.”
She paused. “As for your leg and your injuries, I’ve agreed to work as your physical therapist, so I’ll keep coming to help with your medication and rehabilitation. I’ll do what I promised. I won’t let my personal feelings affect your treatment.”
With that, Rose turned and walked away.
She didn’t look back.
Not once.
Even though it was already late, she didn’t show the slightest reluctance to leave the place she’d once called home.
Ryan remained in his wheelchair, watching her disappear through the doorway.
“Have the driver take her back.”
Martha, who had been standing nearby throughout the tense exchange, immediately nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
She hurried away.
The door closed.
Only then did Ryan look down at the divorce agreement lying in his hands.
He had always known the Knight family could be ruthless.
But he hadn’t realized how far they’d gone seven years ago.
They had arranged everything before his marriage to Rose had even begun.
They had given her a marriage that was already destined to end, then expected her to live under their roof while knowing she could be cast aside at any time.
And he’d signed the agreement himself.
His gaze settled on the two names at the bottom.
Ryan Knight.
Rose Bennett.
He had signed first.
If Edward Knight hadn’t wanted him to know what was written inside, the old man had plenty of ways to make him sign without asking questions.
From Rose’s perspective, his signature must have meant one thing.
He had agreed.
Without hesitation.
Without resistance.
What must a young woman newly married into the Knight family have felt when she saw those terms?
Ryan remained silent for a long time.
Then he picked up the agreement.
With two fingers, he tore it cleanly in half.
Then again.
And again.
Until nothing remained but scraps.
He dropped them into the trash.
*****
Rose didn’t refuse the car Ryan had arranged for her.
She hadn’t driven there herself, so there was no other practical option.
The driver took her straight back to the hospital.
During the entire journey, Rose’s thoughts wouldn’t settle.
She kept thinking about Ryan’s plan to use her as leverage.
Then she remembered the cruise ship years ago.
That encounter with Ryan had triggered a storm almost overnight.
Rumors had spread through her school.
The media had picked up the story and begun speculating about her relationship with an unnamed wealthy heir.
Eventually, the pressure had become impossible for the Knight family to ignore.
They’d been forced to step forward and acknowledge that the two of them had been seeing each other for some time.
And in the end, Margaret had made the decision that they should marry to put an end to the rumors.
Rose closed her eyes.
She didn’t regret saving Ryan.
She didn’t regret marrying him, either.
Without that marriage, she wouldn’t have Ariel.
Her daughter was the one thing she’d never regret.



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