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After 10 years of being stuck in another world after that one major accident, 10 years of searching for a way to return to her original world—back to her husband, Rosalyn knew she has finally succeeded when she opened her eyes and saw the same man she shared her wedding vows with.
What was odd was the way he looked at her with cold eyes, and a face that had none of the usual gentle smile he wore on his face when meeting eye to eye.
And the paper he had placed on the table, pushing it toward her, without moving an inch, Rosalyn could see those bold capitalized letters very well.
It was divorce papers.
"Let's get a divorce."
Was there an error somehow? Did she get transported to the wrong timeline or universe? There's no way her Cale would ever ask her for a divorce. Before Rosalyn woke up in another world, the two of them had been deeply in love. It wasn't a bond that would break over problems that could be fixed. The two of them would always talk it out and make each other understand, so there's no way Cale would ever ask this of her.
Unless this was the wrong timeline and this isn't her Cale.
"..."
Even so, Rosalyn will not break the relationship between this world's Cale and this world's Rosalyn just because she made a mistake in returning to hers. However, it was still too early to say that this indeed wasn't her world.
"I'm sure you were waiting for this, too, right?" Cale remained staring at her coldly with arms crossed, "Go sign those divorce papers and elope with that man."
"..."
A man? This Cale is talking about her eloping with a man? How strange. The Cale she knew was a jealous man, even the thought of sharing her with someone else was enough to make him furious.
There's no way that Cale would actually agree with Rosalyn leaving him for someone else.
But the stare she was receiving showed that Cale had no intention of taking back what he said.
Rosalyn took a deep breath before letting out a sigh.
"My love," calling out the way she always had called him, even though she spent 10 years in the other world because she had thought of returning to him all the time, and called for him on the days she missed him the most. It slides easily out of her tongue, for she had thought of him since the day they separated.
However, that way of calling made Cale frown. Rosalyn continued even though she felt her heart tremble at the face he was making.
"Can you tell me when and how you proposed to me?"
Cale scoffed, like it was ridiculous.
"Why are you suddenly asking that?"
"Please answer."
Cale gazed at her with suspicion and didn't speak for a little while. Rosalyn remained calm—or at least, showed a calm face in front of her husband, who was treating her coldly.
"September 11, I didn't have a ring, so I gave you a paper ring I made. The first one I have made in my life."
Rosalyn's heart fluttered; she, too, had vividly remembered that. It was at the park of their college when the two decided to take a walk instead of heading straight to their dormitory. Cale was a nervous wreck then, but even that nervousness was not enough to hide his beautiful smile as he showed Rosalyn the paper ring he made while the sun painted their world the wonderful hues of autumn's orange.
He probably didn't expect that such a humble thing would be the one to witness Rosalyn saying yes.
But Cale's gaze never changed, as if all the love he had has been exhausted and would never come back. Even if he were to narrate such an unforgettable moment between them.
"I proposed to you again on November 11 with a real ring this time. It was on your favorite rose garden—" Cale paused, then coughed once, "your former favorite rose garden."
'....Former favorite?'
Rosalyn remembered that place very well. It was a rose garden personally owned by Cale's deceased mother. It was even more special since it was private property, and the only condition of entry was that if Cale had decided to spend the rest of his life with someone, then he would bring that person there.
And Rosalyn has been the only one who has ever stepped foot there aside from Cale and the gardeners who maintained the beauty of the garden.
It had always been Rosalyn's favorite ever since she first came there. So, for Cale to say that it was her "former" favorite, something was strange.
Rosalyn stayed quiet for a while before slowly letting out a quiet voice.
"...You speak as if it has been a long while since we talked about the garden."
Cale arched an eyebrow. "You only realize that now?"
Rosalyn was silent.
Cale being cold, his entire demeanor showing that he has no intention of prolonging this conversation and wants this to be quickly done with, the same story of his proposal but the strangeness implication that so much time has passed.
Rosalyn clenched her hands into a fist to stop them from trembling before slowly parting her lips.
"....Can you tell me today's date?"
Cale looked at her strangely, like she was being odd. Why would this Rosalyn ask about the date in the middle of their discussion for divorce?
"Please. It's important," Rosalyn pleaded.
Cale stared at her for a while before leaning on the back of the couch.
"May 15th."
"And the year."
Cale just stared at her.
Rosalyn tried to calm herself so her body wouldn't visibly shake, while stabilizing her voice that still came out a little cracked.
"Please."
"..."
Rosalyn didn't realize it when she first came here that asking the date would become the most important question she would ever ask. Mayhaps, that should have been her first question in the beginning.
Seeing those eyes full of resolution, the earlier suspicion Cale felt that this might be another one of her schemes quickly disappeared.
Maybe she truly only forgot the date and was asking sincerely? Nevertheless, Cale decided to indulge her. It's not like telling her the date would change anything, right?
"2025."
Rosalyn felt her composure crumble.
'....Five years.'
The pained expression couldn't be hidden entirely, and when Cale saw that on her, he was a little taken aback.
He had never seen her make that face before. Just how important is today's date for her to react like that?
But in Rosalyn's heart, there was only pain at the realization that in this world, she had been gone for five years.
In the other world where Rosalyn was transported, she spent 10 years creating a way back. She had thought that she would return at least days after the car accident that made her transmigration in the first place.
But no, in this world, it has been five years. Cale spent all those five years separated from the real Rosalyn.
While it was understandable that the flow of time between two worlds was different, one question made its way to her mind.
Who is the one who stood by Cale's side in those five years that made him ask for divorce, brought up another man, and even claimed that she no longer favored Jour's rose garden?
'It will only be a matter of time before I figure it out. But firstly...'
Rosalyn composed herself again and took a deep breath before letting out her calm voice.
"No. I will never divorce you."
There's no way she would let her beloved husband go now that she is back.
"What do you mean?" Cale, looking unconvinced, asked. "You didn't even read the papers. I doubt you would hate the benefits you will receive if you sign it. Or could it be," Cale paused, "Do you want money?"
Rosalyn clenched her fist that was on her lap.
"Dear, if it had been money that I was after, then I wouldn't have left my hometown and given up my inheritance."
Cale would know that better than anyone, that there is no way Rosalyn would ever desire money. That would all be useless to her who came from the richest family in her hometown. She would never have to marry a man to be rich, she is the one that people desired to marry to become rich.
Cale knew that but he still brought up money, like it wasn't all that strange for him. Just how exactly did 'Rosalyn' act the past five years for Cale to say all these things which he would have never say to her before?
"Do you want to get your 10% share of the company?"
"Cale."
Rosalyn spoke sternly, eyebrows furrowed.
"Are you serious?"
"Do I not look serious?" Cale responded, unfazed.
Rosalyn pursed her lips before letting out a sigh.
"No matter what you offer, I will not sign those papers."
"What—"
Ring! Ring!
Cale was disrupted by the loud ringing of Rosalyn's phone. When it rang so loud along with its vibration on the couch beside her, Rosalyn frowned. Since when did she put her phone on full volume when she's in front of her husband?
'How.... irritating.'
Rosalyn had made it a silent promise to herself to separate her phone whenever she was with Cale, that way nothing and no one could disrupt their time together. It had been that way before her transmigration, and Cale knew this too. He told her there was no need to do that because she might miss an important call if she did, but Rosalyn insisted there was nothing more important than spending time with Cale.
There was a separate time for her phone calls to be entertained, and a separate time to spend with Cale. If it's "Cale time", then it was Cale time. That was a clear boundary that Rosalyn never allowed anyone to overstep, and she made that very clear to anyone who would possibly contact her while she was at home.
No matter how important it is, once she is inside their home, no one is allowed to interrupt unless Rosalyn initiates contact first. That was the only time anyone was allowed to give her a phone call. Otherwise, her phone would be in silent mode.
So the fact that her phone was on full volume was getting on her nerves. Nonetheless, she pulled out her ringing phone from under the couch pillow beside her.
Turning the screen to her direction, she was left with a predicament.
....."Her phone" password was turned into a pattern, unlike the one in her memory that was obviously a pin.
In fact, it was the date of their wedding anniversary.
"...."
The phone kept ringing, and Rosalyn was just staring at the screen. The call could not be answered unless the phone was unlocked; in this case, Rosalyn wasn't answering because she didn't know the pattern. But to Cale, who did not know that, he stared at Rosalyn strangely. Why was she not answering?
The call dropped, and the ringing stopped. Rosalyn sighed in relief, only to quickly straighten herself upon noticing that Cale was staring intensely at her.
'...Why is he looking at me like that?'
She didn't need to wonder for long because Cale spoke at that moment.
"Why didn't you answer?"
His voice was not authoritative like it had been so far, though it had a hint of curiosity lingering if one paid closer attention.
Rosalyn remained calm despite this, "It's nothing important."
Cale arched an eyebrow. Not important? Each and every time that phone rang in the past five years, Rosalyn always left him and answered it each time. But now she said it was not important?
Rosalyn brushed it off like it was nothing, and acted like the phone call incident was nothing at all.
"Anyway, I won't divorce you. No, I don't want your money," Rosalyn spoke sternly, "I will not divorce you no matter what."
Cale wanted to set things right away, but with the gentle knock on the door, came his bodyguard.
"Excuse me, sir, you told me to come get you when it's time to head to the meeting."
"..."
"Sir?"
Cale uncrossed his leg and stood, his foot producing a sound. He stared at Rosalyn coldly before turning away and walking out.
Once they left the room, Cale patted his bodyguard, Lee Soo Hyuk, on his shoulder.
"...Well done."
"It's nothing. You looked troubled, are you still okay?"
It was obvious in his eyes that Cale looked unwell, unlike when before he entered that room and talked to his wife about getting a divorce. It was almost as if Cale noticed something that has shaken him up, shaken his resolve, maybe not entirely, but surely shaken him enough.
Exactly what happened while he was talking to Rosalyn for him to be like this? Lee Soo Hyuk felt like something was amiss, that Cale's demeanor had changed.
Cale simply changed the topic instead of admitting anything.
"Do you think the project will go through this time?"
Lee Soo Hyuk could only sigh. It was obvious that Cale was just trying to avoid it; he wasn't willing to admit anything, nonetheless, Soo Hyuk answered honestly.
"If you manage to convince them enough."
Rosalyn stared at the phone in front of her. She was now in her room, the one that was separated from her shared room with Cale. This arrangement was mostly because Cale insisted that Rosalyn might want some private time away from him so he had her own separate room prepared.
Back then, she rarely ever used this room because she wanted to spend her morning and night with Cale. Judging from the way that so many things were cluttered all over, the tenant of her body must have mostly stayed here, unlike the real Rosalyn.
She thought she wouldn't be getting anywhere if she simply stared at that phone, so she decided to investigate this room to see if there would be any clues that would help her find out what happened in the five years that transmigrator stayed in her body, which led to Cale asking for a divorce.
'Surely the phone would contain more concrete clues, but…'
Right now, Rosalyn had no idea how to open it. So it was best to do what she can do for now.
Rosalyn left the phone on the bed and walked to her closet, and opened it. An unsealed box toppled over and fell on the ground, its contents spilling all over. But instead of focusing on that, she was shocked to see that her closet… was filled with the type of clothing she would never wear.
"W-what…. What the hell is that?"
So many revealing clothes that she couldn't even tell which one was a lingerie and which one was not. Speaking of lingerie, there were a bunch of it left and right. Was it Cale's thing to see her in that kind of outfit? Absolutely not!
In all of Rosalyn's memory, there was never once a time Cale asked for her to wear something like this. So it could only mean one thing. This outfit choice, was the choice of the transmigrator who occupied her body.
Rosalyn felt like she was having a severe headache. All of her clothes from five years ago were nowhere in sight, having been replaced by…. Those things. Realizing this, Rosalyn panicked and hurriedly checked if her wedding gown was still there.
Five years ago, she remembered that it was hidden in her closet. If that transmigrator dared to touch her wedding dress, Rosalyn might really hunt her down!
After pushing every piece of clothing hanging on her closet and not seeing her wedding dress anywhere, Rosalyn felt her heart drop.
"No… that can't be…."
Rosalyn loved that dress, not only because it was what she wore when she vowed to love Cale forever, but also because it was the dress that Cale's mother, Jour, had sketched for her future daughter-in-law, which Rosalyn decided to bring to reality when she decided to marry Cale.
The fashion designer Rosalyn could not believe that her greatest masterpiece, her wedding dress, had disappeared.
Rosalyn turned around, about to rush outside to ask Cale or the housekeeper where her wedding dress is but her eyes caught sight of the contents from the box that spilled on the floor.
There was a pen that she recognized as a gift from her father. The pen was a little special; it was also a voice recorder, but only she knew about it since she thought she wouldn't need the voice recorder for anything. But something, almost like a tiny voice at the back of her mind, urged her to pick up the pen and listen to the recorded audio.
Rosalyn couldn't remember it very well but she knew she didn't really use the pen for anything before she was forcibly transported to another world, nonetheless she crouched down and picked up the pen. She rotated the cap of the pen clicking it twice, then a voice came out.
It was her own voice.
["What kind of a stupid idiot—!"]
Rosalyn flinched. She had never heard her voice shout this violently.
CRASH!
There was a loud crashing sound, and a series of rushing footsteps, before a sound of the door opening abruptly.
["R-Ro!"]
Rosalyn felt her heart palpitating, hearing Cale's panicked voice in the recording. She had a bad feeling, a bad feeling that she wouldn't like what she was going to hear next. But after all, this is merely a recording of what had happened some time ago when she wasn't in this world, she would not be able to stop what is to come.
CRASH!
Rosalyn flinched, her shoulders trembling.
["Ouch…. Ro, why are you… angry…?"]
["Get out! Get out of my face! You ruined everything! You-! You—!"]
["W, what did I do that upset you? Ro, can you tell me—"]
"—!!!!"
"Euk…!"
Rosalyn's trembling hand could no longer hold the pen as it dropped on the floor, her trembling hands moving to cover her mouth. Rosalyn felt nauseous hearing the screams and the sounds of things breaking, and Cale… Cale…. Cale was definitely—
["Ro! Wait, Ro!"]
A sound like a large breakable object fell and broke with "Rosalyn" shouting furiously a bunch of incoherent curses before the recording stopped.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Even though the room returned to being silent, the recording no longer playing, Rosalyn's fast beating heart couldn't calm down. She didn't need to see what happened, hearing it was enough to make her realize. At that time, Cale got hurt.
How badly was he hurt? Where did that vicious transmigrator hit him? Did he go to the hospital and get treated? Those kinds of thoughts raced to her mind, before she could realize it, her tears welled and fell one by one.
'Cale….'
Thinking about how he endured being with such a cruel woman for five years while pretending to be "her" was making Rosalyn begin to understand why Cale would ask for a divorce now. How much had he endured trying to wait for her to turn her ways and go back to "how she was" before getting into an accident. Cale didn't even know that the woman who stayed with him was not his real wife, but a transmigrator who occupied Rosalyn's body while she was also trapped in a different world.
Regardless of whether that transmigrator was trapped in this world against her will just like Rosalyn, hurting Cale was still beyond reasonable.
How could she hurt Cale like that?
Rosalyn couldn't stop her tears. She couldn't forgive herself for not returning earlier than now and left Cale suffering on his own for five long years. She hasn't even fully grasped the extent of his suffering during her absence, yet it was almost as if Rosalyn no longer had the right to stay by his side.
But that cannot be it.
'It wasn't me….'
There was another person in her body, controlling her body, making those decisions and actions which Rosalyn would have never done if it had been her instead. Rosalyn had no control over the situation, and she could never correct the past. Yet it was the real Rosalyn who was suffering the consequences of the tenant who occupied her body.
Rosalyn took three deep breaths before wiping her tears. When her eyes caught sight of the fallen pen, Rosalyn felt her heart tremble in pain and was overwhelmed by the urge to cry again, but Rosalyn mustered her strength to get up. She still needed to ensure that her wedding dress had not been discarded by that cruel woman.
Rosalyn didn't bother arranging the fallen objects from the box and left the room. Since it was nearing noon, the housekeeper must be in the kitchen preparing lunch. Rosalyn had been gone for five years; in those five years, so much had changed, but Rosalyn wished that Cale would still have his lunch at home like he usually did, at least from her memory.
"Home", he probably no longer saw it as one, especially now that he seems adamant on getting divorced. If so, then it is also most likely that he would sell this house once Rosalyn agrees to the divorce.
Of course, there is still no way she would sign those papers. No matter what, she will not let go of Cale.
Even if it meant hunting down the woman who stayed in her body and hurt her husband.
Arriving at the entrance of the kitchen, Rosalyn called out softly.
"…Auntie."
The housekeeper visibly stiffened, and Rosalyn's heart broke seeing this. Did that transmigrator hurt the housekeeper, too? Rosalyn knew it would be vain, but she hoped that the housekeeper had remained unharmed in those five years that the transmigrator was here instead of her.
"I just wanted to ask if you know where my wedding dress is? It's not… in my closet."
Aunt Josephin, who had been the caretaker of the house since the first month Rosalyn and Cale got married, did not turn to look at her. There was no bright greeting coming from the kind and soft-hearted housekeeper who treated Rosalyn as if she were her own child, which was making Rosalyn's stomach turn.
"Why are you asking?" Aunt Josephin's voice was emotionless and empty, so unlike the soft and cheery voice that would respond to Rosalyn. "Are you planning to sell that dress again?"
Rosalyn's shoulders sank.
"….Sell …my wedding dress?"
Rosalyn thought the transmigrator ruining that dress was already a bad idea, but hearing that she might have sold it while she was here was even worse.
'That crazy woman…. Has no idea how important that dress is…!'
"Auntie… did I really…?"
"Why are you asking me? Shouldn't you know it better than I?"
Rosalyn couldn't hide the tremor in her voice, "But it was mother's design. It was her idea. She wanted to see me in that dress—she saw me in that dress before she passed away."
Jour was already sick when Cale and Rosalyn got married, but she was still able to witness the two exchanging their vows before passing away two months later. Ultimately, it had been Jour's dream to see her daughter-in-law in the wedding dress she designed, and Rosalyn helped make it come true.
When Rosalyn walked the aisle with the wedding dress that was designed by Jour, Rosalyn felt honored at the same time she felt the weigh of the emotions that reflected on Jour's eyes as she watched Rosalyn walk towards Cale. It was the happiest that Jour was ever seen. At least, that was the case for Rosalyn.
Rosalyn cherished that dress, not only because it was what she wore on her wedding, but because that was proof that Jour loved her only son, and Rosalyn wanted to honor that.
Rosalyn wanted to honor that!
"At least tell me that Cale has it… Cale must have kept it hidden—hidden from 'me'….! At least—!"
"Why are you making another fuss here?"
Rosalyn stiffened before she turned and saw Cale standing behind her. Cale, who looked annoyed, was surprised to see Rosalyn with reddened eyes and tears that looked like they would fall anytime. She wasn't resorting to violence like she had done so for the past five years, instead, she was… crying?
Realizing that Cale was here, Rosalyn quickly looked away and stopped her tears from falling for a second time. Thinking about Jour made her emotional for a moment that it stirred up her emotions, almost making her cry. Jour had been nothing but good to her, so much that Rosalyn saw Jour not just as a mother-in-law, but as her own mother.
If Jour was still alive, Rosalyn knew the guilt would eat her up even if it was not her own doing, and she wouldn't know how to face her mother.
"….I just wanted to know where my wedding dress is."
"What for?" Cale asked bluntly.
"…"
Rosalyn couldn't bring herself to answer. What would she say that would make Cale feel less suspicious of her anyway? No matter what she says right now, Cale will think about the "Rosalyn" who was unreasonable for the past five years, not the Rosalyn who loved him sincerely before that.
"….I didn't want to make mother sad."
She muttered quietly, hoping Cale wouldn't hear. Rosalyn clenched and unclenched her fist before walking past him. In the end, she couldn't say her honest thoughts. At the back of her mind, she knew, regardless of her sincerity and honesty, Cale wouldn't believe it.
"I just felt like it," Rosalyn said before walking away, but then…
"It's in the room across my office."
"!!!"
The room across Cale's office used to be an empty room, back then they were planning to make it a room where each portraits of every important event of their life would be displayed. Before Rosalyn was transported to another world, the very first portrait there was the portrait of Jour with the two of them back when she was still alive.
Hearing that her dress was in that room, Rosalyn's mind completely went blank before her body moved automatically and rushed in the direction of where it would be, not caring whether Cale or Aunt Josephin would think her action was strange.
"Master…!" Aunt Josephin exclaimed loudly, looking at Cale in shock, "Why did you tell her? You kept it from her ever since she…!"
She could not bring herself to remind him of yet another painful thing that vicious woman has done. Aunt Josephin let out a soft sigh and chose her words carefully so that Cale would not be hurt again.
"What are you going to do if she sells the dress this time?"
Cale pulled a chair and sat.
"Soo Hyuk hyung is at the entrance. He knows better than to let her leave."
Hearing this, Aunt Josephin let out a sigh of relief, though it came out shaky. At least that was one less crisis to worry about.
"Alright." Aunt Josephin eventually gave in, even if she continued protesting, Cale had already told Rosalyn anyway. "Wait a bit more, your lunch will be ready soon."
At the very least, Lee Soo Hyuk being at the entrance of the mansion ensures that Rosalyn cannot take the wedding dress outside and do what would be unthinkable.
Cale let out a hum as he watched Aunt Josephin return to the kitchen, though his mind went back to the sight of Rosalyn, who was almost crying. When he realized that he was subconsciously thinking of her, he shook the thought away and frowned.
Since when did he care about her again? She was probably pulling another trick to fool all of them again. It was best to ignore her mediocre acting since they're divorcing now anyway. With that thought, Cale completely pushed any other thoughts of her away.
Meanwhile, when Rosalyn arrived in front of the room that Cale directed, she halted completely before catching her breath.
Since when did her body get exhausted easily? She used to learn basic martial arts back in her hometown under her father's strict supervision, and even continued engaging in physical activities and represented her department in competitions back in college.
Rosalyn wasn't exactly athletic, but she wasn't so weak that she would easily get this exhausted either. In fact, she had better stamina and strength than Cale, as far as she recalled.
'…That transmigrator must have neglected my body.'
Damn it. Rosalyn definitely needs to get her strength back. While having that thought, she slowly and carefully pushed the door open.
The room was well lit and well ventilated so that it wouldn't damage anything that was displayed in the room. Multiple portraits were hung on the wall, starting from Cale with Jour during his younger years, until their portrait on their 2nd wedding anniversary before Rosalyn got into an accident. That was also the last portrait displayed, none having been added for the past five years.
Almost as if such five years between them didn't exist.
Rosalyn closed the door shut and slowly walked to the center of the room. Her wedding dress and Cale's wedding attire were displayed on a mannequin with obvious utmost care and adoration. Seeing it side by side made Rosalyn's heart swell, at the same time it left her with a heartache.
In this room, it was almost as if all happy memories stopped five years ago. This room only held the good memories, with nothing being included in the five years that the real Rosalyn wasn't here.
In this room, the foreign object was her.
Rosalyn outstretched her hand, but didn't dare to touch the dazzling wedding dress that she once wore in a once upon a time. She could only gaze at it with numerous complex emotions reflecting on her eyes.
"…"
Rosalyn, was definitely, back.
It was at that moment.
[A-ah, testing for the hundredth and one time. Noona, can you hear me?]
"!!!"
A blue suspended square full of static popped up in front of her as a familiar voice entered her ears. Rosalyn shouted in shock.
"Rok Soo…!"
[Noona! Did it finally work? You can hear me now?]
"How….?!"
The blue suspended square seemed to be trying to display an image, but it seems that the connection was quite unstable so it was still full of static. Nonetheless, Rosalyn could make up the figure of the young man who investigated the concept of transmigration with her.
The young man who helped her find a way to return to her world, Kim Rok Soo.
[I've tried this so many times, but none of it seemed to work. Did I really succeed in reaching my sister?]
He sounded doubtful, most likely muttering this to himself. But Rosalyn could hear him loud and clear, making Rosalyn laugh lightly. Though she looked like she was almost crying again.
"You rascal," Rosalyn's voice cracked, "You sure did. I can't believe you managed to make communication possible between two worldlines."
[!!!! Noona, are you crying?]
"Who said I'm crying?" Rosalyn wiped the stray tear that fell. That rascal was quick to notice, even though he certainly couldn't see her right now.
[Hold on, I'll be updating the system soon. When I'm done, you won't be able to lie to me again.]
Rosalyn laughed even more.
[Shouldn't you be happy that you're back in your world? Why are you crying instead? You've worked so hard for this to happen.]
Rok Soo loudly grumbled, but even that was making Rosalyn feel nostalgic.
When she was stuck in that foreign world, Rosalyn struggled to adapt and adjust to her new surroundings especially since everything happened so suddenly. Rosalyn met Kim Rok Soo and decided to take him under her wing. Ever since then Rok Soo had helped Rosalyn research a way to return to her original world.
He was also the reason why she didn't have to worry about what would happen to the facility she established, knowing that Rok Soo would be able to handle it well.
"I can't believe this little rascal is only 16. How much of a genius can you be?"
[Negative. I turned 17 three months ago.]
"Has it already been months in that world?" Rosalyn was surprised, "I've only been in here for hours."
[The concept of time is different for our worldlines. I presume yours is located further from mine. Maybe that's why it also took us a lot of time to find it. Aside from that, I also suspect you've drifted off space a lot longer than we anticipated.]
Reminiscing the struggles they both faced and how many years it took before the Operation Return succeeded, Rosalyn let out a soft sigh.
"In any case, I'm glad you managed to reach me on time."
This little genius might be in another worldline, but that was exactly why Rosalyn was so glad to hear Kim Rok Soo's voice again. There was something in that worldline that Rosalyn would need to take care of. However, Rok Soo sensed that whatever she was about to say would be troublesome for him.
[You're going to make me do something annoying again.]
He loudly complained, but Rosalyn didn't hold back even after hearing that.
Looking at her wedding dress, Rosalyn's eyes sparkled. She felt her strength slowly returning now that she had found the greatest ally she could possibly have.
"Help me hunt down the person who stayed in my body."
Rosalyn was going to make that woman pay for ruining Rosalyn's perfect marriage.
"I need to get revenge for my husband."