Master of his heart

Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Brielle felt like her scalp was about to be ripped off, the ludicrousness of the woman’s trade was enough to draw out a laugh. “Ms. Falth, if you think it’s no big deal for men to play the field, why on earth are you bending over backwards trying to win Ryan back? Shouldn’t you be grateful? After all, Ryan’s only wife has always been you. The others were just flings, mere playthings, and yet you’ve spent years green with Jealousy. Now you’re preaching generosity to me?”

She flicked her tongue out, tasting the blood at the corner of her mouth, her gaze filled with disdain. “Besides, you think Spencer is some kind of prize catch? I suggested calling off the engagement several times, but it was your son who couldn’t bear to let go.”

“Slap!” As soon as she finished her sentence, another slap landed on her cheek.

Brielle’s face was numb, insensitive to the pain, which showed Just how hard Faith had hit her. This was the first time Brielle had stood up to Faith like this. Although she had been threatened by Ryan before, at that time Faith had been downstairs and oblivious to the specifics of Ryan’s actions.

Faith seemed like someone had torn off her mask, revealing the madness within. “Shut up! Just shut up!” What right did Brielle have to criticize her marriage or mock her son?

Faith seemed to be hearing the world’s most ridiculous joke, yet deep down, she couldn’t help but feel a pathetic sorrow. Indeed, she had devoted her heart and soul to Ryan over the years, making a fool of herself, all for the sake of winning back that man.

silently lowered her eyes, her thoughts drifting to Emily, who had been sent to the police station. They were both like moths to the flame in love.

hair with an impatient wave of her hand. “Lock her up in

corner of her mouth, but she didn’t plead for mercy or even look at Faith, instead blinking to clear her stinging eyes. She knew Faith would be unyielding when

after those few slaps, Faith felt slightly relieved and slowly stood

Brielle away as if she were a dead

resist. She braced for physical torment,

front of a dingy little shack. With a cold sneer, Faith instructed the

invisible to the naked eye, and no one knew what

on the floor, her face swollen and

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