She lowered her eyes and said coldly, “This is none of your business."

Harold looked down at her and sneered in disbelief.

"You deliberately approached Waylen in front of me. Do you think I give a damn?"

This man disgusted Rena. She looked up at him with unmasked disdain and spat, “Harold, if you didn't frame my father, I wouldn't have cared who you married at all! Don't flatter yourself!"

Harold stared at her wordlessly.

Rena forced herself to lock eyes with him. She didn't want to show weakness in front of him.

After a long time, Harold sneered.

“Rena, you'll be my mistress one way or another! Just you wait!"

Then he opened the door and left, slamming the door behind him.

The second he was gone, Rena's legs buckled from underneath her. She leaned her head against the wall for support, tears slowly trickling down her cheeks.

What a cruel man!

Over the past four years, Rena had done so much for Harold, but he did nothing but betray her!

Only now did she realize that Harold was toying her feelings since the very beginning. He never wanted to marry her

She was stupid enough to even always daydreaming about their wedding

Thinking of this, she cried bitterly.

“Rena?”

Vera's voice pulled her back to her senses.

Rena wiped her tears and looked up. The sight that greeted her made her freeze on the spot.

By the doorway stood not only Vera and her husband, but also Waylen.

Waylen had changed into a dark blue shirt and gray suit pants.

Vera was worried about Rena, but she decided against mentioning anything about Harold. She quickly came up with something and said, “It started raining all of a sudden, so let's play golf another time, okay?"

Her husband took the hint and echoed, "Good idea! Let's play golf some other time. Mr. Fowler, can you give Rena a ride? I'm afraid Vera and I have something right after this."