Found Obsession

Chapter 103: Break Up. Spear of Destiny.

Hey there, HAPPY END OF THE YEAR

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December 30, 2005

Rose left earlier than Sasha and Jonathan that morning, carrying the marriage papers and her laptop in her bag.

When she arrived at the office, soldiers gaurding her, the building was still empty, save for the soldiers stationed on the stairs. She made her way to the elite room, the silence around her almost suffocating.

Reaching into the secret compartment, Rose retrieved the silver coins, the artifcat lists and placed them in her bag alongside the marriage papers. Her hands trembled as she powered on her laptop and accessed the files Mark had left for her.

Her stomach twisted as the evidence unfolded before her eyes—photos, videos, and documents cataloging the atrocities tied to Lists 2, 3, and 4. Each piece of evidence was more devastating than the last, a gut-wrenching chronicle of unimaginable cruelty.

Rose swallowed hard, copying the files and encrypting them within the red program. Her fingers shook as she worked, the weight of the evidence suffocating her.

Now, she understood. Mark had gone all the way not bearing the guilt.

Rose's gaze fell on the unopened note Mark had left her. She hesitated, her fingers brushing over it, but she couldn't bring herself to read it—not yet.

The haunting images and memories swirled in her mind, pulling her back to everything that had unfolded since she woke up after being drowned. It felt like a lifetime ago, yet the pain was as raw as ever.

The sound of the door opening snapped her out of her thoughts. She turned to see Sasha standing there, her face turning pink as their eyes met.

"I... I didn't mean to interrupt last night," Sasha said, her voice awkward and unsure.

Rose felt her blood run cold, her body stiffening as a wave of shame washed over her. Her face must have paled because Sasha's expression shifted to confusion.

"Thank you, Sasha," Rose whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was frozen. I couldn't tell him... I didn't—"

Sasha walked over to Rose, her steps tentative, her eyes filled with concern.

"Rose," she began gently, "when I met you in high school, you always wore baggy clothes, and I... I, now—" She hesitated, studying Rose's expression. "Was there something going on? Did something happen to you?"

Rose didn't dare speak further. She couldn't. Sharing the truth would only add to the burden Sasha already carried—a weight Rose refused to let fall on anyone but herself.

"You never opened up to anyone," Sasha continued, her voice soft but insistent. "You know you can trust me, right? Whatever it is, I'll be here when you're ready."

Rose swallowed hard and nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to apologize—"

"Stop," Sasha interrupted, waving her hand dismissively. "Rose, Jonathan was a mistake I feel nothing for him and yesterday I felt guilty but because I thought I interrupted a moment. My biggest wish has always been to see you happy. With Jonathan, with anyone who truly deserves you. So there's no need to apologize, okay? If anything, it's me who should be apologizing."

Rose managed a small, shaky smile and nodded. "Thank you, Sasha."

Sasha gave her a reassuring nod. 

Sasha's gaze drifted to the laptop, where the grim images and files were still displayed. "What's that?" she asked, her tone cautious.