Chapter 63
Roulic, completely drunk, giggled uncontrollably, her voice lilting with a mix of amusement and bitterness. “No wonder he doesn’t like me,” she said. “He’s a jerk. A total idiot, a bastard. He’s too stupid to see how great I am. I’ve been trying so hard just to please that fool. This is a toxic relationship, and we should never be together.”
As she watched Rosalie laugh innocently, almost childishly, Anya’s heart sank. Anya wasn’t sure what to make of the situation’s absurdity. Rosalie was clearly very drunk, but the bitterness underlying her words hit Anya harder than expected.
Suddenly, Rosalie’s hand grasped Anya’s with a firm grip. Her face, now serious, contrasted sharply with her earlier playful demeanor. “Anya, I’ve made up my mind,” Rosalie declared, her tone fierce and resolute. “I’m done loving him. I won’t love that jerk Julian anymore!”
The last part of her sentence was louder, her voice growing more defiant as she repeated, “I won’t love that jerk Julian anymore!”
Before Anya could respond, Rosalie abruptly stood from the sofa. She planted one foot on the coffee table and held the now-empty vodka bottle aloft, her eyes burning with a mix of rage and drunken clarity. “Next time I see Julian, I’ll smash his face in!”
With a violent thud, the bottle crashed onto the coffee table, shattering into a dozen jagged pieces. Anya and Kaleb stared dumbstruck, and even Julian, who had just entered, was left speechless.
Rosalie casually tossed the broken bottle aside, shifting her foot from the table back to the floor. But as she did, Anya’s eyes widened in horror. It was too late. Rosalie’s foot landed directly on the glass shards.
Even as Julian sprinted toward her, trying to catch her before it was too late, the damage was done. Anya’s Lounge provided hotel-style slippers in every private room—soft, but not designed to withstand such an impact. With Rosalie’s weight pressing down, the delicate fabric offered no protection, and instantly, her foot was drenched in crimson.
For a few seconds, Rosalie stood frozen, the pain registering belatedly, and then a soft, wailing cry escaped her lips. “Ow, that hurts.”