Chapter 3

Riding shotgun in Spencer’s car, Brielle’s mind was still replaying Max’s words.

Be careful not to get burned, huh?-

Her marriage to Spencer was an arrangement made by their families. The Dorsey family held an unrivaled position in Beaconsfield, while the Haywoods barely made the top ten. Next to the Dorseys, they were essentially small fry.

Her little stunt had allowed her to let off some steam, but it also meant she’d crossed one of the most untouchable figures in the circle of the elite.

The rain was pouring down, reducing visibility, and within two miles, traffic had slowed to

a crawl.

Spencer, already in a foul mood, frowned upon seeing her bundled up in a turtleneck, her chin almost disappearing into her collar.

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

It was early fall, hardly the season for turtlenecks. Despite Brielle’s striking looks, it was a

bit odd.

on her neck, the corners of her lips

Spencer muttered, his

“It’s none of your business where I go.” He honked the horn twice in quick succession, feeling like sharing the confined space with Brielle was

the corner of her eye,

ID-Lillian.

her, Spencer’s face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go

then to panic. Brielle twirled a strand of hair

up the phone, and then angrily punched

her apartment just now, he would have discovered her scandalous affair

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nor had he ever visited her

future reaction, Brielle’s

key out and, without bothering with an umbrella,

your home?” Brielle rolled down the window and called out

check on her. After all, Lillian is

closed the window, her eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better take good care of

for a moment before disappearing

the rainstorm outside and turned to find that Spencer had taken the keys with him.

annoyance.

move, but her car was stuck, quickly attracting a chorus

and got out the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice. Her face turned

compartment, she found a limited edition lipstick, a gift she’d once given to Lillian. Only thirty in

chuckled, closing the compartment. She chose to ignore

the rain, only to watch helplessly as a traffic cop directed

away.

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