“Angeline, are you crazy, what are you doing bringing so many people to the house? Get out, you're trespassing!”
When we came over, the duo wasn't even wearing clothes. Brian cursed at me. Since I was already prepared to tear my face off with him, I didn't bother pretending anymore.
“Brian, you're getting more and more capable, even bringing people to my house to mess around and telling people to get out? This house is mine, who are you to say that?”
I sneered at him. Before Brian married me, he was originally penniless, relying on my family's help to barely have a small company. He didn't know how to be thankful, didn't miss the love between husband and wife and even if he hooked up with Emilia, he even wanted to get me killed. Of course I couldn't let him go.
Meanwhile, Emilia looked at me in an aggrieved manner and whispered, “Angeline, it's my fault, I shouldn't have come to your house. If you want to blame me, just blame me, don't blame Brian, please!”
How dare this bitch could say that! She was already hooked up with someone in bed and she was still condescending in front of me?
I looked at her with a sneer. “What? Are you still proud being someone’s mistress?”