Chapter 65. Unlike Aryan

Roseanne's pov

The realization dawned on me. She was right, and I was completely wrong. I managed to stand to my feet and leap to the door with my phone in my hands.

"I have to leave before Aryan comes out from the laundry room," I whispered to myself as I creaked open the room door and exited the room

 Tears welled in my eyes and I couldn't hold them back from falling, "Why the hell do bad things happen to me" I thought as I leaped through the hallway, trying to walk properly but still I had to be fast because I knew that, Aryan wouldn't let me leave if he's me attempting to leave the house when my in between my legs were still hurting me.

I hurried down the stairs, wincing in pain as I managed to walk properly in front of the servants

"Good morning Madame, do you wish to go anywhere? I can call the driver for you," the butler said while the other servants bowed slightly as they walked past me.

"No, no, no, there's no need for that. I'll tak