The Mourning of Love

After saying that, he wanted to accompany me to leave, but the nurse called out behind him.

"Hey, Rosalind's husband, we need your signature here."

Adrian gave me a hesitant look.

I looked up and smiled at him.

"Go ahead."

Seeing me smile, he felt relieved and left.

At night, Rosalind sent me a message asking to meet at the bar.

When I arrived, Adrian was, of course, there as well.

Rosalind's face was still pale from the scare earlier in the day. She stood on stage, looking at us and saying she wanted to thank us for our help.

Then, she sang a song, its melody soft and its lyrics sorrowful, with every word filled with unrequited love and overflowing with her feelings for Adrian.

In their world, it felt like I was the one who was the homewrecker instead.

The crowd cheered, and Rosalind smiled as she sat down at our booth.

Adrian was excitedly teaching me how to drink tequila.

Rosalind stroked her belly and smiled smugly.

"Adrian used to drink very little, you know. I was the one who taught him how to enjoy tequila," she said.

I looked up at her, thinking to myself that Adrian had once ruined his stomach from drinking too much during his business start-up days. What was Rosalind bragging for?

"Ms. Muller, you're quite the expert in nightlife, aren't you?"

Her face turned pale, and she gave Adrian a helpless glance.

Suddenly, Adrian stood up, saying he needed to go to the restroom.

As soon as he left, Rosalind dropped the pretense and sneered at me.

"Colleen, there's no need for those passive-aggressive remarks. Everyone knows Adrian finds you disgusting. Sure, I'm no stranger to the nightlife, but my body is his and his alone. As for you? Tsk tsk, you were kidnapped for a whole night. You're the only one who knows what went down back then."

I curled my lip.

"Ms. Muller, don't be so quick to mock me. I was indeed kidnapped for a night, but at that time, I also saw a woman who looked like a dog in the criminal's room. Oh, come to think of it, she looked just like you, Ms. Muller."

Rosalind shot up from her seat, her lips trembling.

"What are you talking about? I don't know anything about that. You have no proof. Don't you dare spread lies about me."

Seeing her panic, I became more certain.

But there was no rush. Exposing her right now would be pointless.

Rosalind, seeing that I wasn't saying anything more, relaxed a little.

Adrian's figure appeared from the restroom. At that, Rosalind suddenly tilted her head back and took a swig of tequila.

When Adrian walked over, she crouched by the table and started vomiting, weakly speaking in discomfort.

"Colleen, I'm pregnant, and I really shouldn't have any alcohol. Please don't force me. I swear, there's nothing going on between Mr. Johnson and me."

Adrian glared at me, and for the first time in his life, he shouted at me. "Colleen, how could you force a pregnant woman to drink?"

I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't. Do you believe her, or do you believe me?"

Adrian snorted.

"No pregnant woman would ever risk their child's life like that. I never thought jealousy would make you this vicious."

I stood up and noticed a full glass of tequila on the table.

So, I grabbed it and, without a word, poured it all over his head before turning and walking away.

I walked all the way home, only to find the front door to my house wide open.

The moment I stepped inside, Adrian's mother, Juliet Ferrell, threw a mug onto the floor in front of me.

"Hmph! Colleen, how dare you lay a hand on my son?"

I was confused. When had I ever hit Adrian?

Then, Adrian's father, Thomas Johnson, flung his phone before me. On the screen was a video taken from the bar, recording the moment I splashed Adrian with the tequila.

I unlocked the phone and glanced at the chat history. When I saw that it was Rosalind who had sent the video to them, I couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Adrian's sister, Jessie Johnson, looked me up and down with open disdain.

"Colleen, you were already defiled by someone else three years ago. My brother didn't mind that and married you out of love despite everything. How dare you resort to violence against him, you slut?"

Adrian's parents sat on the couch arrogantly with their legs propped up, glaring at me coldly.

"The Johnson family has been cultured and well-educated for generations. We welcomed you into our family despite all the terrible rumors about you. Is this how you repay us?"