THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: I shouldn't have divorced Her
“Ann, I know you are my elder sister, but that doesn't guarantee you to come into my bedroom without knocking, and let this be the first and last time you'll ever talk to my wife in such a manner.
He drew closer to his wife, who was mute like a newborn baby and sat by her side. He rested her head upon his shoulders and, rallying one of his hands around her waist, gently wiped the dripping tears off her cheeks and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“Oh, what a pity! If only you knew that the woman you're shamelessly portraying as your wife is the reason behind your mother's admission to the hospital.” Ann exclaimed and hissed as she left the room and slammed the door on the couple.