My Billionaire Husband

Seeing her tearful eyes, Scott felt apologetic and went and sat down next to her. He hugged her and stroked her head gently. "Yes, Sol, I know. I know. Listen to me. All you need to do now is to recover well and be healthy, ok? I will take care of everything else. I will give you the best of everything."

Sol hugged him tightly. Tears streamed down her face and wetted his shirt. "All I want is you, just you."

"I am yours. I'm always yours. Now, have a good sleep, and I will see you soon."

Sol nodded and lay down in bed. Scott put the blanket on her and left quietly. As soon as Scott closed the door, Sol opened her eyes, and with her lips pouted, she thought angrily that she had underestimated Brianna after all. Scott seems to want to keep her, and he's now left me for her! I thought he would kick her out as soon as I come back. However, she wasn't too worried either, knowing that someone as exceptional and powerful as Sophia Moore couldn't tempt Scott at all. This girl is just a replacement! A replacement is a replacement, and now that I'm back, she will have to leave for sure.

Brianna must have drunk half a bottle of whisky by now. Jeff had tried asking her to stop, but she would not listen at all. He noticed that Brianna's phone was ringing, so he reminded her. "Mrs. Brianna Anderson, your phone's ringing."

"I don't want to answer, whoever it is..." It was obvious that Brianna was already drunk. She could feel her head heavy, and everything seemed to be spinning.

Then Jeff's phone rang, and he answered. He looked anxious and quickly passed the phone to Brianna, "Mrs. Anderson, Mr. Anderson is asking you to go home right now."

"No!"

"Please answer the phone, Mrs. Anderson."

"No!"

"Mr. Anderson is angry."

"Angry? Ha-ha. He should be happy that I've run away and left them alone!" Brianna laughed and downed another glass.

"Please stop, Mrs. Anderson. Take the phone please, Mr. Anderson wants to speak to you."

"No! No!" Impatiently, Brianna slapped the phone off Jeff's hand and poured herself another glass.

Jeff quickly took the glass away. Brianna stood up and tried to get her glass back, but she stumbled and fell onto the floor. Jeff bent down to help her up, and he felt someone stand over them. He looked up to see the angry face of Scott.

Scott grabbed Brianna's arm and pulled her up. "What the hell are you doing here?! Don't forget who you are!"

Just by the arrogance and anger in his tone, Brianna could tell who it was despite her drunkenness.

Jeff released Brianna's arm and moved a step backward. Brianna looked up and saw Scott blurrily. She looked away and leaned onto the table to balance herself. Her silence angered him even more. "Have I given you permission to get drunk?"

"What do you want me to do then? To disappear?!" Brianna said, with her head down, sounding helpless.

Scott grabbed her chin and lifted it up so that she had to look at him. "Why did you run away? Without my permission!"

Brianna looked at him into his eyes, and tears filled her eyes. "So what?! I'm just a useless replacement anyway. She's back, and I leave. That's how it should be, isn't it?! Shouldn't you be grateful instead? I didn't even need you to kick me out. But you are here shouting at me instead! I've done nothing wrong."

Scott was startled. He didn't know what to say.

Brianna held his gaze with her tearful eyes.

Scott watched her quietly, then he simply said, "Let's go home." He dragged Brianna towards the car. Brianna stumbled after him, and when she got in, she banged her head at the door accidentally. "Ouch." She exclaimed.

"Good for you," Scott said angrily.

"I should do it again then!" Brianna was about to do it again, this time, deliberately, but Scott pulled her over and held her still.

As soon as they arrived at Home for Sol, Scott dragged Brianna up to his room. "You are hurting me!" Brianna exclaimed.

"Good! I can hurt you worse!" He threw her onto the bed. He didn't know why he himself was so angry and irritated. It started when he heard Brianna run away sobbing.

Brianna buried her face on the blanket. "What do you want from me?! Shouldn't you be with Sol Keaton now?!" She was crying, but she tried to sound calm.

"Are you jealous?"

There was silence, then suddenly and emotionally, she said, "Yes, I am! I am jealous. Whatever I do means nothing to you. She's the only one to you."

"You are no one to be jealous of her."

"Ha-ha. Right." Brianna laughed, mocking herself. "Of course. I'm just a nobody girl. Mr. Anderson, won't you be so kind and divorce me as soon as you can? Please."

Now Scott was quiet. Am I really going to divorce her? He questioned himself. But then he thought about Sol and remembered his promise to her that he would give her the best of everything, including his heart, his wealth, and a grand marriage.

He had looked for her for so long since she saved him fourteen years ago. He had been hoping to return her favor and love. Three years ago, he wasn't rich and successful enough, and she left without saying goodbye because she didn't want to be his burden. But now, she had returned, and he had the ability to take care of her and love her.

But why am I hesitating? Why? If I keep Brianna, it will be unfair to Sol. And it's not my initial intention at all!

Brianna dried her eyes, took a deep breath, felt a bit calmer, then she looked up at Scott and said sincerely, "Scott, I can't stay. I can't stay and see how happy you are with her. I am jealous. I admit that I am, and I can't help it. I don't know what I would do if I stayed. Please, please let me leave."