Her only dream was to marry Art and live a peaceful, happy life.
Thinking of him, she took out her recorder and started speaking to Art.
This was a habit of hers—whenever Jared wronged her, she recorded her thoughts, as if confiding in Art.
A deep male voice suddenly interrupted her. "Leaving? Reunion? What are you talking about?"
Carrie quickly turned off the recorder and looked at Jared. "Nothing. Just watching a video."
Her face was still covered in ointment, and the sight startled him for a moment.
But then, as if remembering why she was in this state, his expression hardened.
"This is what happens when you hurt Karin—it’s your own fault."
His voice was sharp. "Do you finally understand your mistake? Can’t you tolerate Karin?"
"I let you stay, so you should be grateful. A stand-in should know her place. Do you understand?"
Carrie let out a cold laugh. "I don’t understand. All I know is that you’re still my fiancé, and we’re about to get engaged. Yet here you are, fooling around with your secretary."
Whatever flicker of hesitation had been in Jared’s eyes vanished instantly.
"You?" he scoffed. "You’re not even worthy of carrying Karin’s shoes."