Outside, the sound of the torrential rain continued, the heavy sheets of water obscuring any view of the scenery beyond...
The Davis Household.
The rain had finally stopped. Brianna sat in front of her vanity, staring at her slightly haggard reflection in the mirror.
She had taken good care of herself, but she couldn’t stop the fine lines from creeping around the corners of her eyes.
"Won... they age so quickly. I gave everything to one man for so many years, and in the end..." Brianna let out a bitter laugh, her eyes filled with a fierce, vengeful glint.
The bruises on her face had mostly healed, but so lingering marks remained, yet she still retained an air of a distinguished woman.
"Mom, how about taking a walk outside? The rain has stopped, and it’s been a while since you’ve had so fresh air," Hannah said as she walked in, taking Brianna’s hand with a smile.
A warmth spread through Brianna’s heart. This daughter of hers had grown more considerate, offering her comfort during her lowest monts.
"Alright, it has been a while since I’ve gone out..." Brianna began to rise, but the phone on her vanity suddenly rang. She glanced at it, surprised to see Robert’s na on the screen. A flicker of excitent crossed her face, but rembering the current state of their relationship, she answered with a cold smile.
"Mr. Davis, what can I do for you?"
Brianna asked icily, hoping her aloofness would provoke so unease on his part.
Sure enough, there was a mont of hesitation before he spoke. "Brianna... could you co out for a bit? I need to talk to you."
Brianna felt a small thrill of satisfaction. She had been investigating Emily’s background over the past few days, though she hadn’t found much. However, she did discover that Emily had a severe allergy to pollen, so she had bribed a servant to secretly scatter so in Emily’s room.
By now, Emily must be covered in hives, her body swollen and red from the allergic reaction.
"Sorry, I’m busy right now!" Brianna replied coldly and hung up.
Hannah smiled faintly. "Mom, you’re really clever, playing hard to get. After all these years, there’s no way Dad can just walk away like that!"
Brianna felt a touch of pride, her lips curling into a slight smile. "Of course. I’m counting on him to rember all we’ve been through and not treat too harshly."
She was confident. No matter what, Brianna believed that Robert was the type who only cared about a woman’s appearance. So once Emily broke out in hives, Robert would surely be disgusted.
No one could feel any kind of attraction towards a woman who was covered in red, swollen welts!
"Mom, when you do et him, make sure you look absolutely stunning. Show him that even without him, you can still be beautiful and radiant!" Hannah said with a smile, her mood visibly improved.
She had co to terms with the situation, realizing that as long as Ella had Eric by her side, they just had to bide their ti and wait for the right opportunity.
Once Eric discarded Ella, there would be plenty of chances for them.
Thinking of this, Hannah felt much more at ease, and her spirits lifted.
"You’re right. Of course, I need to look my best—I can’t let that woman outshine !" Brianna laughed lightly. "Let’s go to the nearest spa and treat ourselves to so beauty treatnts!"
In high spirits, Hannah accompanied Brianna to the spa. After their treatnts, they received another call from Robert.
This ti, Robert was practically begging her to co down. Hannah chuckled softly. "Mom, I think Dad might be missing you."
Brianna’s aging face flushed slightly, a rare expression of discomfort appearing. "Don’t talk nonsense! That vile man missing ? As if!"
"I think you should go while he’s still groveling. A man’s patience is limited, and if that Emily recovers..." Hannah’s words trailed off, leaving a hint of concern.
Brianna’s expression darkened. Her daughter was right—she needed to strike while the iron was hot, taking advantage of Emily’s allergic reaction.
She called Robert back and told him to et her at a restaurant across the street.
Since it was already lunchti, they could eat together.
Hannah smiled, her eyes filled with hope. "Mom, I won’t go with you. It’s better for you two to have so ti alone... I hope you can make the most of it."
Brianna felt a little shy, almost like a young girl in love, and laughed playfully. "You, always so sharp! Don’t tease your mother. I’ll go wait for your dad at the restaurant. You head ho and have the servants prepare lunch for you."
Hannah nodded and quickly headed back toward their house.
Brianna arrived at the restaurant first and reserved a private room. By the ti Robert arrived, the food had just been served.
Robert took off his black hat, and Brianna looked at it in surprise. "Why are you wearing a hat in this hot weather?"
Robert glanced at her indifferently. "It was too sunny outside, so I wore a hat."
Brianna noticed the coldness in his deanor, completely unlike soone looking to reconcile.
But then, why had he humbled himself to ask her to et him?
The food was served, and Robert quietly started eating.
Brianna’s face flushed with a mix of emotions. She had assud that Robert had invited her out to reconcile, but he was just eating as if nothing was wrong!
She could hardly bear it. She wanted to demand to know what Robert’s intentions were right then and there.
But if she lost her composure, it would ruin her strategy of playing hard to get.
Robert ate and drank his soup in silence, but there was a cold glint in his eyes as he placed his hat to the side.
Brianna remained silent as well, the two of them sitting there, each silently admiring the other’s patience.
It was the longest, most difficult al Brianna had ever endured.
Finally, when she set down her utensils, Robert calmly looked at her and spoke, "Brianna, for all these years, we’ve lived like polite strangers, but I never expected it to end like this. After more than a decade, I’ve finally seen you for who you truly are."
Brianna’s entire body shook, and she glared at Robert, realizing that he hadn’t asked her here to reconcile but to discuss divorce.
"Yes! For over ten years, I’ve served you tirelessly! But now I’m just another discarded woman! You’ve fallen for that pretty young mistress, haven’t you? Let tell you, mistresses age too! No, I should say, when you get old and can’t satisfy her anymore, she’ll ditch you and run off with another man!"
Brianna laughed bitterly, her words laced with venom, wishing nothing more than for Robert to be abandoned by Emily.
Robert frowned, disgusted by her spiteful words. His dislike for her deepened.
He opened a folder and pushed the divorce papers toward Brianna. "Look over the agreent. If you have no issues, just sign it."
Brianna’s breathing beca labored, and her chest tightened painfully. But after all these years with Robert, she knew him well.
Once he had decided on a divorce, no one could change his mind.
Just like with Isabella. He had refused to divorce her, wanting to keep her tied to the company.
No matter what tactics Brianna used to force him, he wouldn’t budge. And when Isabella found out about Robert’s affair, she hadn’t even gotten angry or asked for a divorce.
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