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.

had left on her neck, the corners of her lips curled up. “Yeah,”

flower,” Spencer muttered, his irritation

“Haven’t been to the office these past two weeks?” Spencer despised her tone, as if nothing mattered to her. “It’s none of your business where I go.” He honked the horn

It was Spencer’s. From the corner

ID-Lillian.

face softened immediately upon answering. “Lillian, you’re up? Don’t go out in this awful weather. You have a

Brielle twirled a strand of hair in front

under his breath, hung up the phone, and then angrily punched the steering

up to her apartment just now, he would have discovered her scandalous

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interest in her affairs, nor had he ever

his future reaction, Brielle’s lips

key out and, without bothering

down the

check on her. After all, Lillian is your

eyes brimming with sarcasm. “Then you’d better

for a moment

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

annoyance.

move, but her car was stuck,

for an umbrella, and got out the car. However, she stumbled upon several used condoms wedged in the seat’s crevice. Her face turned pale, and nausea hit

a limited edition lipstick, a gift she’d once

compartment. She chose to ignore the blatant

out of the car, soaked through by the rain, only to watch helplessly as a

away.

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