Right in front of her eyes, Alen casually stripped off his bathrobe to change into his clothes. Stunned and completely fed up with his lack of communication, Vivian grabbed her handbag, slammed the suite door shut with a violent bang, and walked away.
Hell, if he doesn't know how to explain, what was the point of his mistress cheating her way into his hotel room in the first place? Is that woman really so irreplaceable? Can she actually please him that much?
Vivian was so incredibly angry she wanted to hit someone. Ever since she married Alen, she had tried her absolute best to be a gentle, virtuous, and understanding wife every single day. She constantly thought about his needs and comfort, regardless of what the circumstances of their marriage had been at the very beginning. She truly believed she had done her duty perfectly.
