Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1387

It felt like an eternity had passed.

Rosalie slowly opened her eyes, her head throbbing.

Her vision was blurry, and the first thing she saw was a face she knew all too well—a face she hated with every fiber of her being.

Sebastian noticed that Rosalie had woken up. He smirked as he stepped into the room and tossed her onto the bed.

She was still wearing her wedding dress. The voluminous skirt cascaded onto the floor as she lay there, utterly powerless, unable to move even a single finger.

"Justin…" She tried to call his name, but no sound came out.

She was overwhelmed by anguish. It felt as if countless knives were slicing through every nerve in her body. Tears streamed down her face.

A large hand gripped her shoulder, flipping her over and pinning her down on the bed.

Her vision gradually cleared.

Sebastian shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside before pressing himself down on top of her. He seized both her wrists and pinned them to the sides.

"Rose, when we got married, we never had a wedding ceremony." He laughed. "You look beautiful in this dress. It's a pity your groom is dead, so I'll take his place. Tonight will be our wedding night."

The moment those last words left his lips, Rosalie's body jolted. A surge of energy she didn't know she had burst forth, and she struggled against him.

Yet, the drugs in her system rendered her weak and she could barely move. Through ragged breaths, she seethed, "I'll kill you!"

"Kill me?" Sebastian sneered. "Rosalie, what can you possibly do right now?"

He bit her earlobe and kissed her cheek. "Do you have any idea how much I've wanted you?"

His voice was both gentle and cruel. His burning hands cupped her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.

"I've always treated you so well. I gave in to you every whim. Even after we got married, I never touched you. And how did you repay me? You turned against me in an instant, got together with Justin, slept with him, and even married him. Did you ever consider what that made me?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pressing play on a video. The screen lit up with footage from the room before the wedding and Justin slipping beneath her wedding dress.

"Look at yourself. You enjoyed it, weren't you?" Sebastian's voice dripped with fury and mockery.

Rosalie squeezed her eyes shut, humiliated and devastated.

"Why won't you look? Isn't he the man you love? This is a precious moment between the two of you. I even left you a keepsake."

His smile was as wicked as could be.

Rosalie clenched her eyes shut even tighter, but she could still hear the sounds coming from the phone.

All the joy she had felt back then had now been twisted into excruciating agony. Justin was dead.

Sebastian was torturing her, and he wasn't about to stop.