He Watched Me Shine Without Him novel Chapter 137

Meliora shrieked. “What?!”

“Rose, if a man marries you and doesn’t touch you for months, he doesn’t love you. Cheating is just a matter of time.”

And if he’s offered enough money? Even more inevitable.

Rose felt a cold tide wash through her chest.

After a long pause, Meliora looked over and asked gently, “So, what will you do? Cut your losses?”

Rose misunderstood the question, assuming Meliora meant her marriage to Houston. She forced a bitter smile, trying to stay composed. “I once loved Ethan with everything I had, but he still left me without hesitation.”

“And Houston… Maybe he doesn’t love me. But he’s good to me. I think I got lucky with this marriage. If he never asks for a divorce, I… I think I’d be willing to stay with him.”

Meliora blinked, confused. “I meant the bet.”

Rose looked up, her expression resolute. “I’m not backing out.”

Meliora frowned. “Rose, listen to me. In love, the one who cares more always gets hurt worse. Until he opens his heart to you, don’t fall for him.”

Rose nodded numbly. “I understand.”

Meanwhile, Quinton watched the two of them, amused. So much for their undying love. Their bond was already full of cracks.

He turned to one of his cronies. “Call her husband. Tell him there’s a way to make some easy money. See if he bites.”

The man called.

“Hello?” A deep, cold voice answered. Authoritative. Calm, but intimidating.

The caller flinched. Houston’s tone carried the weight of power—enough to send chills.

Quinton glared. “Don’t wimp out. Say it.”

The man stiffened. “Sir, congrats. Your wife caught our boss’s eye. Name your price. Just one night.”

A glacial silence followed.

Houston’s fury boiled beneath the surface.

“Fifty grand? Limited-time offer,” the man chuckled.

Quinton studied Rose again—her clothes cheap, clearly not from a wealthy background. To a poor family, even fifty grand was a fortune.

“One hundred thousand,” he said firmly. “No more.”

“Still nothing?” the man asked.

Then came Houston’s voice—low and gritted with rage: “My wife is not for sale.”

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify