Chapter 113 He’s Still Mad
Rosalie grabbed a few groceries on her way home and headed straight for the apartment.
“Hilda, can you make a couple extra dishes tonight?” she asked while Hilda was tidying up.
Rosalie paused for a moment, then added, “Let’s do barbecue ribs and meatloaf.”
She remembered Julian loved those dishes.
Then, Rosalie opened their chat and typed, “I asked Hilda to make what you like. Will you
come home for dinner?”
The message went through, but Julian didn’t reply.
Pressing her lips together, Rosalie went to the bedroom, slid open the vanity drawer, and lifted the crystal bracelet.
The bracelet felt cool as she fastened it. Its smooth edges pulled back the memory of Julian’s warm palm closing around her wrist.
She held her arm under the desk lamp, turned until the light hit just right, and snapped a photo.
The crystal gleamed all the brighter against her pale skin.
She sent the picture to Julian. “I’m wearing it.”
There was still no reply from Julian.
Irritation pricked at Rosalie. She ran a hand through her hair, snapped a screenshot of the dead chat, and sent it to Ursula.
“He’s still mad. How do I make it right? SOS!”
Ursula fired back an eye–roll sticker. “What good is sending it only to him? Post it to Instagram! Show it off!”
Then, Ursula sent Rosalie a long voice note.
“Where’s all that energy you had when you used to flaunt Lucian every waking minute? Since
you dumped him, your Instagram has been dead. Start posting again, especially so that jerk sees it. Show the world you’ve moved on and that Julian treats you better!”
For a second, Rosalie just sat there blankly. Then, she opened Instagram.
Her latest post was stamped May 18. In the photo, she was smiling, clinging to Lucian’s arm, with Camelia beaming on his other side.
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The caption read, “One last party with my man and my bestie before the wedding.”
That photo racked up plenty of likes, but not a single comment.
Everyone had gotten used to her shameless daily feed filled with Lucian.
She scrolled up through photo after photo, each paired with a syrupy caption. Every single one was about Lucian.
Some posts were so much that nobody even bothered to like them.
Well, except Lucian. She made sure he liked every post so he wouldn’t miss a single update. Once upon a time, she’d cherished that. Now, it just made her stomach turn.
She deleted the posts one by one. With each one deleted, the memories came rushing back.
In her previous life, the day after her wedding to Lucian was Camelia’s funeral. The house was drowned in grief, and she no longer had the heart to post anything.
Later, life kept pressing on, and the habit faded. Even after she came back to life, posting never crossed her mind again.
“Pathetic,” she muttered at the lovesick version of herself on the screen, then closed the app.
She went to the study and opened her laptop. After typing out a string of code, she finished a small program and clicked run.
The progress bar slid forward. “10%… 50%… 100%.”
“All posts deleted.”
The notification chimed barely three minutes after she had opened her laptop.
Rosalie leaned back in her chair and let out a slow breath.
She had spent seven years posting about Lucian, yet it took only three minutes to erase it all. At last, the absurd years of her past were wiped clean.
