Brian's face darkened as he pushed the door open and walked in.

“Rosalyn, what do you want?" he asked angrily.

Rosalynn chuckled softly.

"That's the very question I should be asking you. What do you want?"

Hadn't he already divorced her?

What was he after now?

Brian clenched his jaw, reigning in his temper.

“Rosalynn, I only went back with my mother to help her with her marriage issue. Why are you doing this to me? I haven't even brought up the fact that you went on a date with Barlow."

Rosalynn didn't give much thought to his words, but the last sentence caught her attention.

Thinking of the late Barlow, she swallowed her bitterness and said coldly, “You can pursue that matter if you want. No one is stopping you. Now, please leave my house!"

Brian stared at her in bewilderment, a simmering frustration building within him.

"Rosalynn, Barlow is dead. Why are you taking it out on me? Do you think I'm not as caring as he was? Are you regretting not divorcing me sooner and being with him instead, and mow you are channeling that regret into anger at me?"

Rosalynn shot him a disdainful glance, a trace of mockery dancing in her eyes.

"That's exactly what I think, Brian! Our relationship has always been fragile. You have never really trusted me. Where are you when I needed you? You were off with another woman! In my eyes, you don't even hold a candle to Barlow!"

Rosalynn was impressed by how deeply Barlow loved Karina.

What about Brian?

He never really trusted her. And all the love he claimed to have for her was nothing more than surface-level affection.

He had even divorced her because his mother asked him to!

He was nothing more than a shrewd businessman.

To him, she was merely an attractive companion in bed.