Looking at the signed paper, many mixed feelings were crushed over Brielle.This should've been a moment of satisfaction for Brielle. Yet, her mind was clouded with thoughts she had tried to avoid. She didn't want to dwell on how the divorce might affect both of their families, but the weight of it began creeping in.She hadn't considered them until now. Convincing both families wouldn't be easy, but she pushed the thought aside, focusing on the present.She knew she couldn't stay with Ella forever. Ella wouldn't mind, of course, but Brielle didn't want to be a burden to anyone. Eventually, she'd need her own place. That would take time, though, so for now, she decided to stay in a hotel during the transition.As she walked into the grand building, the receptionist greeted her warmly. "Good day, Ma'am. Do you have a reservation?"Brielle smiled sadly and shook her head. "I don't.""Oh." The receptionist nodded, her friendly smile still plastered to her face."Well then. We have some
"You're such a mood killer, Brielle," Ethan muttered, clicking his tongue and backing away."If you have needs, you know exactly where to find someone to handle them. Just don't come to me," Brielle said sharply.Her words hit a nerve. Ethan grabbed her arm and pulled her close again, his eyes flashing."What did you just say?" he demanded. "You are my wife!" why the hell do you keep pushing me toward other women? No sane wife would do that!"Brielle let out a dry chuckle. "Isn't that what you've always wanted?""Oh, I get it. It's still about it. You are jealous." Ethan smiled knowingly and raked a hand through his hair."I meant what I said, Ethan. There are thousands of women ready to warm your bed. Why not give one of them a call? Maybe Reina Fallon—she was at the house a few days ago. I'm sure she remembers the way." Brielle said with a polite but distant smile.It took Ethan some time to recall who Reina was, and then his lips twitched in amusement. Her words only confirmed his
"Your wife didn't accept the presents, Sir," Frederick answered in a shaky voice. Ethan gritted his teeth but said nothing, only seething in anger. After a few moments, Frederick broke the silence, choosing hus and words wisely to avoid upsetting Ethan. "Do I still need to apply for the private jet to Majorca island?" He asked. Ethan had prepared it as a present for Brielle since she had always wanted to go there."Obviously not! Don't ask me stupid questions." Ethan sneered and ended the call angrily.He threw the phone across the room angrily. He couldn't believe that Brielle was still making things hard for him despite his many attempts to apologize. He had shown his sincerity to her, so what more did she want?Ethan tapped his feet impatiently on the hard floor, deciding to take matters into his own hands."You can hide, but you can't run, Brielle." He said, making his way to his phone.He knew that there was only one place she could be in, so he headed there. ****The loud sou
“I…uh.” Jessica’s face went pale immediately after the words left Ethan’s lips."I just... I knew you were married, so I heard about her," Jessica tried to cover up her nervousness."Do you know Brielle in person?" Ethan seemed only to ask casually, somehow Jessica had a sense he might feel something was not right.“Of course not.” She answered immediately.“So why would she mistreat you? Brielle isn’t that type of person. She wouldn’t do that.” He said confidently.Throughout their marriage, he realized Brielle was too kind and gentle to mistreat anyone without a valid reason, so Jessica’s claims were questionable.“I don’t know either, Ethan.” Jessica sighed pitifully. “She suddenly attacked me without telling me anything, but do not blame her for that. She must have misunderstood our relationship and acted impulsively as soon as she saw me at the restaurant.” She added, pretending to care about Brielle.Jessica waited for a while, hoping to get a response from Ethan, but the line w
Brielle tied her apron and brushed a stray curl behind her ear, trying to put everything about her personal life behind her and focus on her work. However, it was not an easy day for her. "Private Room Four sent the steak back, saying it was overcooked." The waitress returned with the dish, reporting with an awkward wince. "It couldn't be." Brielle frowned while checking, and she was sure it was correctly grilled. Brielle cooked another one, which was returned as quickly as it was sent out. "Room Four returned it again. She said it was definitely not what she wanted." Brielle pressed the steak a little and did not doubt that the steak was cooked, just as the customer asked. She didn't know why the customer insisted it was wrong, but she took a deep breath and started another one, ensuring it was perfect. It took much longer than the last two times for the waitress to return. Just when Brielle thought the customer was finally satisfied with the steak, she saw the face of
“Jessica is pregnant.” The words stung hard as they left Brielle’s lips. Ella froze mid-sip, the music of the club now long forgotten. “What?” She asked, leaning in with wide eyes. Brielle only nodded, not bothering to raise her voice- she didn’t need to. The truth echoed louder. Jessica had shown up as one of Ethan’s many flings a year ago, but unlike his other flings, he had kept her for longer. She had been in the picture for a year, even though Brielle had never seen her. Even though Brielle never showed it, it bothered her because, like all playboys, Ethan had a rule. “Never stay with a woman for more than a week.” Unlike the others who followed the rule, Jessica had stayed for a whole year! But she suddenly showed up a week ago, claiming to be carrying Ethan’s child and begging Brielle to let Ethan go so she could have a place in his life. “She came to you?” Ella’s mouth parted as Brielle narrated, and she nodded slowly. “That witch has got some nerves!” Sh