Bryan thought back to last night when Scarlett Cervantes had him drink that wine. She must have drugged it.
"Did you drug me?" Bryan spouted, fueled by anger.
"You never make decisions, so I had to make one for you." Scarlett sounded so wronged.
"You—" Bryan couldn't believe that this woman would stoop so low, "She's pregnant, you know? You dare to provoke a pregnant woman, to go so far. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
"Bryan, my family gave you money, yet you are still not willing to get a divorce. You got us all tangled up, and you are not afraid of divine retribution, why should I be?" Scarlett wasn't apologetic at all.
Bryan didn't want to talk anymore. He hastily got up, dressed, and was about to leave.
"Before you leave, Jasmine already saw the video of us. Think about how you're going to explain it. I'll be waiting for the news of your divorce." Scarlett stood not far away, laughing flippantly.
