All Chapters of The Billionaire's Triplet: Resurrection Of The Scorned Wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

121Brianna Pounds“Good. Where am I dropping you off?”I almost couldn't believe my ears. “What? Good?”“Yeah. That's what happens when you're hanging around places you're not supposed to be,” he deadpanned, his profile entirely rigid. “Where are you going?”“Home.”“Good. Where is that?”“I don't know,” I shrugged, keeping my eyes fixed ahead because going back to my actual house wasn't my intention right now. “I don't remember,” I lied smoothly.He let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “You don't know?” He threw his hand up in pure frustration. “Then why the hell are you sitting in my car? Where do you think I'm going to take you? My own place?”I didn't even let him finish the sentence. “Yes.”“You're completely insane. Tell me where you're going right now, and I'll do you the massive favor of dropping you off there. Otherwise, I'm kicking you out right on the curb. And I mean it. I am not in the mood for any more of your games.”“And who says I'm playing games?”He slammed his palm onto

123Brianna Pounds“Here is your table. Ensure you stay in your lane tonight.”Funny man. Really funny, hilarious man.“Why am I at a different table? Why can't I sit at yours?”He flashed me a dark, warning glare. “Brianna.”“That's my name,” I murmured, rolling my eyes dramatically.“This is where you'll stay. Do not make me regret bringing you out here.”“Why? Is the place yours? It's just a bar, come on. Anyone can walk in if they want to. Why are you making it such a massive deal?”I glimpsed his jaw tighten, but I honestly didn't care. “You can't expect me to stay at a separate table and get bored to death. We came here together, so we might as well wine and dine together, hmm?”“Stay here. This is your table,” he ordered, his voice dropping into a dangerous pitch. “Do not follow me, and do not cause a scene, or I will personally have you thrown out.” With that final threat, he turned and walked off.I slammed my ass down onto the couch in a huff of pure exasperation. “So strict

125Brianna PoundsOne crucial and most interesting thing about life is that no information is too hard to figure out.And that was exactly my main event tonight.“I would have loved to sit down with you all and tell you every single detail about me and Nicodemo, but honestly?” I trailed off, digging into my clutch to pull out my phone, taking a quick glance at the bright screen. “I'm running out of time, so let me do this another time, okay?”I hadn't expected them to be so bold, but the crowd instantly broke into a low, restless murmur, drawing my eyes across every single face in the room. Maybe this whole speech seemed like a tasteless joke to them, like I was just some pathetic, bitter woman who didn't want the best for her ex-husband. Before the vibration of my phone could fully buzz against my palm, I swiped the screen to set a reminder for five minutes.Five minutes to set the record straight once and for all. Five minutes wouldn't put me too far behind schedule. I could still

127Nicodemo Harrington“Mom? What are you doing here?”“Oh my goodness!” Lydia gasped, her eyes widening in sheer shock. “So it's true! You really are alive!” She began rushing over toward Brianna, while Jack appeared through the doorway right behind her, his eyes going as wide as saucers just like Lydia's.Lydia threw her arms around Brianna in a tight embrace, pulling away just as quickly to take her by both hands and inspect her. “Sweetheart,” she sobbed.My hand fell stupidly to my side, limply hanging in the air.“Sweetheart, are you real? What happened to you? How is this possible?”Brianna let out a bored sigh, her tone entirely nonchalant. “Mom. I am alive. Obviously.”“Wow,” Lydia whispered under her breath, wrapping her arms around her again in a fierce hug.“Mom. Mom,” Brianna muttered, trying to gently pry her off. “I'm running late. I'll explain everything later.”Running late to where? She kept repeating that phrase over and over again. Everything had happened so fast t

129Brianna Pounds“Officer, I told you it was all just a huge misunderstanding. You can't keep holding me down here. I didn't commit any crime.”“Do you have any idea that the truck you drove to that property was reported stolen?”“I didn't know!” I snapped, rattling the metal bars. “Please just take these handcuffs off me and let me out of here. I really didn't do anything wrong!”“You sure didn't,” he scoffed sarcastically. “Are you even an employee of that catering company? Because there is zero record of you ever working on their payroll.”“No, I'm not, okay?” I snapped back, my patience wearing thin. “Now will you finally let me make my phone call to my husband?”He looked me up and down with an unbothered expression, slowly standing up from his chair.“Wait! You're not going to just leave me sitting here again, are you?”He walked off without uttering a single word, the heavy cell lock clicking into place. I slumped back onto the uncomfortable concrete bench, staring out throug