Chapter 27
The air at the dinner table was thick with unspoken tension, which erupted violently when Miranda
suddenly lost her cool. She grabbed Brielle by the hell have you been up to outside this house?”
or of her blouse. “What the
Brielle had only just finished a tryst with Max the night before, and the faint marks that had begun to
fade were now a vivid crimson. As her cor was yanked open, those damning marks were exposed to
the scrutinizing eyes of everyone present.
Miranda froze, then, unable to contain her fury, she pped her daughter across the face. “How could I
have raised a daughter like you! Get out! Get out of
my sight!”
It was all over. Her daughter had been fooling around behind the back of the Dorsey family’s son. If
Faith got wind of this, the Haywoods would be in jeopardy.
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Faith, who never tolerated any nonsense, would never allow her son to marry a fickle
woman.
How did things get this bad? Miranda’s fingertips quivered with the urge to s
p her daughter again, but she found herself powerless, torn between regret for raising such daughter
and resentment towards Brielle’s disobedience.
Brielle wiped the corner of her mouth where the p hadnded harder than ever before. She should
feel heartbroken, but instead, there was a bizarre sense of relief.
Lillian, witnessing the scene, felt like she’d just won the lottery. Brielle, always so prim and proper, had
been cavorting with someone behind closed doors. She feigned shock, covering her mouth, “Bri, have
you been cheating on Spencer?”
Brielle calmly fixed her slightly disheveled hair, “My fiancé has been keeping a bitch as his mistress on
the side. Why shouldn’t I get my revenge? Spencer, you were right. He did indeed show me what I was
missing.”
The thought of a male prostitute, one who wouldn’t even show his face, and yet made Brielle willing to
break off her engagement, was a humiliation too intense for Spencer to believe. Spencer’s chest
heaved with anger, his eyes red with rage.
Brielle was always soposed. How could she fall for a male prostitute? How could she go crazy like
this?
Spencer felt a metallic taste in his mouth, as if tasting blood. His fiancée was ready to toss him aside
for a male prostitute. It was an embarrassment, a slight that made him feel an unfamiliar pang of hurt.
She even said that male prostitute was irresistible, words that didn’t sound like they coulde from
Brielle.
Spencer’s heart ached. Was he not attractive enough? Was his family not prestigious enough? How
dare she!
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“I disagree. His voice was hoarse, his gaze piercing, “I will not dissolve our engagement, Brielle. You’ve
lost your mind.”
He didn’t understand why he wouldn’t agree, only that he couldn’t stand to stay there any longer.
Brielle had changed so much.
Spencer had never wanted to destroy someone so badly, all because of that detestable male escort. If
he ever found that gigolo, he would make him pay dearly.
Brielle hadn’t expected Spencer to react this way, and it only added to her frustration. Yet, seeing the
color drain from Lillian’s face brought her a twisted sense of satisfaction. So, Lillian, his long-term
mistress, meant so little to Spencer after all.
However, it still wasn’t enough. She remembered the rage and humiliation of catching them together.
Comparing that to what they were experiencing now, it was a drop in the
ocean.
“Mr. Spencer, you sure have a big heart, knowing your fiancée has been promiscuous and yet refusing
to break off the engagement. Seems like you have a taste for being cuckolded.”
Herugh was cold as her gaze swept over the shocked faces around her. She gracefully picked up her
purse.
After tonight, the Haywoods would no longer see her as the obedient daughter. The Dorseys probably
wouldn’t hear about this shameful affair right away, as no one present would want to spread such
disgraceful news. Except for Lillian-who knew what she might stir up.
But Brielle didn’t care anymore. Things had escted to a point of no return.
The constraints of both the Haywood family and the Dorsey family made her feel. miserable day and
night. It would be better to break free from them sooner. And somehow, she had always suspected
Spencer wouldn’t let go of their engagement so easily. He had been talking about it for years, yet aside
from verbal humiliation, he never
took action.
That was why she chose Max.
Max was herst card to y to end this engagement-a card she wouldn’t y unless absolutely
necessary.
Because the stakes were high, and it was a card she couldn’t control. It could set off a chain of events
she wasn’t ready to deal with yet.
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