Something in Brian snapped.

“Rosalynn, I know Karina's your best friend. But did you forget? The woman in there is my mother, What about my feelings? My mom's already gone through a divorce. She's carrying around emotional baggage. Your actions just added insult to injury."

A smirk tugged at the corners of Rosalynn's lips.

“Oh, so we're all just supposed to bend to her will, letting her do as she pleases?"

Brian looked squarely at Rosalynn.

“I'm not saying my mom did no wrong. It's clear she messed up, and I get why you'd want to set her straight. But why'd you send those pictures to her without asking me, especially when we could've handled this differently?"

Rosalynn's face fell at his questions.

"You think I hurt your mom on purpose? In your eyes, she comes first, right? She's pushing for us to divorce. Are you going to listen to her?"

Brian's mood soured, his face darkening at her accusatory tone.

“Rosalynn, why can't you just talk to me calmly? You keep referring to her as my mother, but aren't we married? Doesn't that make her your family too? If you truly love me, wouldn't you work on this situation together, maybe even win her over?"

When Brian was unhappy, his demeanor could turn icy cold. Rosalynn stared at him; her hands balled into fists.

Perhaps it was because he had been so indulgent lately that she'd become a bit spoiled.

She'd thought he loved her unconditionally, forgetting he was also a shrewd businessman.

Feeling her usually doting husband turn on her now was more than she could bear.

"So, what? To keep my mother-in-law happy, should I just sit back while she harms me and everyone I care about?"

Brian's eyes narrowed, his thoughts drifting to something Barlow had said.

"You're willing to teach my mom a lesson just to get back for Karina? Does that mean Karina's more important to you than I am?"

It was as if a spotlight had been thrown on the truth: Rosalynn prioritized her best friend over him.

She was willing to hurt his mother for Karina's sake but would offer his mother no such grace on his behalf.

Brian couldn't help but snicker.

"Isn't that something? All this time I've been bending over backward for you, treating you Like royalty. You've had the freedom to leave me, to come back, and I've been trailing behind you like a lovesick puppy."

His words hung heavy in the air, It seemed that she wasn't that into him.