The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and Loves Her Husband No more - Chapter 75

Chapter 75: He was nothing but a tool

Jenifer wore a long red dress that hugged her curves. Her hair, once tightly packed, now framed her face, showing off her edges. She looked extra curvy today, but in reality, she was a flat woman. Without the extra padded hips in her dress, her shape wouldn’t appear so fine—like a perfect hourglass.

Right now, her face was scrunched up like she could destroy the world, smoke practically fuming from her expression.

Her head was filled with one name—Rose.

Again, it was her. The woman she hated.

“Damn you, Rose,” Jenifer muttered, throwing the glass of wine in her hand.

She had prepared herself to celebrate—another mission should have been a success.

“You escaped me again, sister,” Jenifer smirked, staring at the broken shards of glass on the floor. Her knuckles clenched tightly.

…

“Madam Jenifer, we couldn’t get any pictures of Rose in the bathroom with Alpha Rolan. He protected her.”

“Damn it, Rolan!” Jenifer yelled, stomping her heel onto the shattered glass. Her eyes trailed coldly to the petite female standing before her.

She was one of the reporters who had agreed to sneak in and capture Rose in a compromising situation.

This was supposed to be her master plan.

She thought she was winning. She thought she would not fail.

But now, she had failed.

How? How could this happen?

Why would Rolan be with Rose? She had called him to come to her, yet he had gone to Rose instead.

Was the ingredient her mother gave her not working anymore?

She thought she had everything under control.

But Rolan had protected Rose. He had been by her side. He had stood with her.

…

“You are utterly useless. I’m taking back the money I paid you for this job,” Jenifer sneered, gritting her teeth. She spat at the petite reporter.

They had failed. And she would be stupid to pay them for such a terrible job.

“Ma’am, you can’t!” The reporter’s eyes widened, staring at Jenifer like she had just faced a great injustice. She looked desperate, probably wondering what she would tell her colleagues.

“Don’t look at me like that! You failed miserably, and you expect me to pay you?” Jenifer hissed, stepping closer. She towered over the reporter, her height making the other woman seem even smaller.

The reporter suddenly scoffed, crossing her arms. “Are you even rich? Do you even have the money? All you she-wolves pretend to be wealthy, but I’ve been tricked. Sorry, ma’am, but I’m not leaving here until you pay me.”

Jenifer’s eyes darkened.

Before she could react, the reporter grabbed her collar, her grip firm despite the height difference.

“I’m not leaving until I get my money. What do you expect me to tell my colleagues?”

“To hell with your colleagues!” Jenifer snapped.

She slapped the reporter across the face.

The impact sent the petite woman stumbling back, her body hitting the wall before she collapsed onto the floor.

Jenifer took a slow step forward, towering over her.

The reporter curled up, clutching her already swollen cheek, her eyes filled with pure hatred—like a vengeful spirit ready to rip Jenifer’s skin off if she had the chance.

Pathetic.

“You should be grateful you had the privilege of working for me,” Jenifer said coldly. “Now, get out of this room before I do something worse.”

Her voice carried a chill that sent shivers down the reporter’s spine. Jenifer enjoyed watching her tremble.

She wouldn’t give her a single dime. She had done a terrible job—she deserved nothing.

“By the count of three, get out.”

Jenifer turned her back to the reporter, facing the door.

“One. Two—”

A rush of air brushed past her.

The reporter had shakily picked up her belongings, gathering what little dignity she had left, and bolted out of the room.

No matter how much drama unfolded, Rose would not fall for Rolan or believe him.

She entered the hospital room, with Rolan following behind her.

She wanted to ignore his presence completely, but his aura was too overwhelming to disregard.

Rose walked toward Tobi, who was lying on the bed, pushing Rolan out of her thoughts for once.

As she sat down on the bed, her sad eyes lingered on her sleeping child. His cheeks were flushed red, his face burning with fever, and her heart ached at the sight.

It was just the two of them in that room—mother and son. She held his hand tightly, losing herself in the moment, as if the world beyond them didn’t exist.

She gently stroked his hair, her fingers moving softly in an attempt to bring him comfort. If he could hear her, she wanted him to know she was there. But as she continued brushing his hair, a sudden jolt of pain coursed through her. Her eyes widened, hands trembling as an eerie heat rose in her palm, making her heart race.

“Rolan, come here quickly!” she panicked, calling out to him.

Rolan had been standing there for a long time, silently watching her and Tobi as if he were invisible. But the urgency in her voice made his expression turn serious, and he rushed forward.

“Stay close to him. Don’t move away,” she ordered, stepping aside and gesturing for him to sit where she had been.

Rolan’s eyes filled with confusion, but when Rose looked at him with desperate, pleading eyes, he understood—no questions needed to be asked.

He took the seat beside Tobi, looking at Rose as if to ask what she wanted him to do next. Rose hesitated before reaching for his hands. She paused briefly, then took his large, calloused hands and placed them over Tobi’s small, feverish ones.

Miraculously, the burning heat faded.

Rose placed a trembling hand on Tobi’s forehead, feeling his temperature lower. A wave of relief washed over her. The doctor’s words were true—Rolan was the cure. He was the only medicine that could heal Tobi from whatever strange illness had taken hold of him.

Her son wouldn’t be sick anymore.

“Why did you ask me to hold his hand?” Rolan’s voice interrupted her thoughts, the usual cockiness not hidden in his tone. “Bunny, if you wanted me to hold your hand, you could’ve just said so instead of making me hold the kid’s.”

“I’m just grateful to you, Rolan. You don’t know how much you’ve helped me,” Rose murmured. “Please, don’t talk. Just hold Tobi’s hand.”

She forced a small smile, looking at him briefly. Their eyes locked, the depth of their gaze making Rolan pause. His lips pressed together before he gave a small nod.

Rose turned her attention back to Tobi, while Rolan’s gaze lingered on her with a slight frown.

She was using him.

Ever since she came back, she had only come to him when she needed something. He was nothing but a tool to her.

Did she even care about him? Or was it only about this child?

“Do you still love me, Rose?” Rolan questioned silently in his heart. He could tell the love she once had for him had faded, but was there anything left? Or was he destined to be nothing more than a means to an end?

A dull ache settled in his chest, but he swallowed it down. He had the power to pin her against the wall and demand the answers he wanted. To force her to tell the truth.

“You shouldn’t be like this,” his wolf growled in his mind.

Rolan rolled his eyes at the beast’s words.

Listening to his wolf was never helpful. It would only turn him into a demon.

“Ask her. Why are you disturbing my rest?” his wolf snapped impatiently.

Rolan clenched his fists, shutting his eyes briefly. He didn’t want to listen. Not now.

“Rolan, I said hold him!” Rose’s sharp voice jolted him out of his thoughts.

Startled, he instinctively reached for Tobi’s hand again.

Why had she yelled at him like that?

He stole a quick glance at Rose, a small frown tugging at his lips before his gaze dropped to the sleeping Tobi.

The boy was resting peacefully now.