Unable to hold them back in the end, Rose's tears fell freely like rain through a torn canopy.

It wet the pillow beneath.

Could she still believe in him?

Her gaze was empty as the void.

Finally, she set her eyes on the white marbled tiles and the carved mahogany handrails.

The handrail led to the quiet floor upstairs, where it was abnormally dark.

"A crazy woman is hiding in Daddy's bed!"

Jenson's shaky voice suddenly echoed in Rose's head.

Unable to sleep, Rose got up and dressed herself. Then, she tiptoed up the stairs.

Jenson was not the only one panicking about the secret behind the attic, for it agitated her as well.

Who was the woman in the attic?

As the Fragrant Vessel Court was built following the characteristics of classical overlapping architectures, its rooms were built intricately and were naturally dim.

Pushing open the door in front of the handrail, Rose

entered the room and closed the door behind her.

She found herself in a small living room conjoined with a bedroom. Simply decorated, there was a corseted square table with a tea set on top and several expensive-looking Narra chairs.

Both the left and right living room walls were broken into archways. As if they moved on their own, Rose's feet brought her down the archway on the right where she was met with a narrow wooden door. Lightly pushing it, Rose slipped into the room carefully.

Inside was a bedroom decorated with vintage French furniture. The color scheme fitted perfectly with Jay's personality-Dark and oppressive.

She looked around. Other than the floor-to-ceiling screen that more or less covered the view behind, everything else was placed before her eyes.

Rose walked toward the screen. Her heart raced nervously for some reason, and her hands subconsciously clenched into fists.

The screen was carved with flower designs. Coupled with the Chinese painting, it was an elegant sight to behold. Despite her passion for such art, Rose did not have it in her to stop and admire it. Holding her breath, she crept slowly toward the screen.

Now that she had gotten closer to the screen, she could see what was behind.

There was an incense burner, burning smoke the scent of sandalwood.

On the wall behind hung a portrait of a man in loosefitting clothes, exposing his tantalizing collarbones. Around his neck hung a skull necklace.

His hooded sultry eyes were tinted with laze as he lay on the bed.

Atop him lay a woman with her back provocatively revealed.

Despite it merely being someone's back, it reminded people of words such as 'stunning' and 'ineffable beauty'.

Standing in front of the portrait, Rose felt her heart drop down a bottomless pit as she stared at the gentle adoration in both their eyes.

The man, be it his exquisite features, his charming peach blossom eyes, or the dignified aura he gave off, mimicked Jay to a tee.

Jay was indeed in special relationships with other women! He was even showcasing it so openly too!

Rose's heart jolted in pain. She quickly steadied herself as she had suddenly staggered.

The heat from the incense burner further pushed Rose into a sea of despair.

The smoke from the incense burner had never once ceased, which meant someone was living in this room!

Jens was right. There was a woman in the attic!

Rose shut her eyes. She did not want to face the secret she had uncovered.

However, a blurred scene surfaced in her mind without prompt right as she closed her eyes. It came with a voice that said, 'Let me go, Angeline Severe. I'm not good enough for you.' It was the sound of Jay pleading.

The scene felt real, like it was just yesterday when it happened.

Rose's eyes shot open with abnormal speed as she stood frozen, rooted in place.

What was happening? She never recalled such an incident!

From the back of her mind was the probing feeling that she had lost something important.

She tried her best to recall the missing pieces in her memory, attempting to pick them back up. Instead, her head was suddenly hit with a pain so severe the room began to spin before her eyes.

In a daze, she felt the wall begin to move and the room's layout shifting.

Rose clutched her head that threatened to crack from the pain and tried to calm herself down.

To no avail, the room only seemed to spin even faster, to the point that she had no other choice but to shut her eyes to hold out against the strong dizziness.

The room had stilled by the time she opened her eyes again.

On the wall was a cramped hole...

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