He was so infuriating.

At S.W. Studio

Rosalynn had been engrossed in work all morning. As she prepared to have lunch with Maggie, a takeout order was delivered to her.

“Rosalynn, I told you I brought lunch for you. Why did you order takeout?" Maggie inquired.

"I didn't order anything." Rosalynn expressed her bewilderment.

Opening the intricately packaged takeout box, she found a note tucked inside.

“To my dear wife."

Upon seeing the words, Rosalynn instantly grasped the situation.

It was Brian who had ordered this takeout for her.

And it was food from a renowned five-star hotel.

His dear wife?

The sentiment felt nothing short of ironic to her!

She scoffed, crumpling the note into a ball.

She carried the takeout bag to the trash bin and dumped all the food inside.

Once the bin lid was closed, the gloom in her heart seemed to Lighten a bit.

Taking a deep breath, she turned and walked away.

Mary approached, having observed Rosalynn tossing the takeout. She commented snidely, “Rosalynn, why the long face? Even if you're upset, that's no reason to waste food!"

Rosalynn, disinterested in engaging with her, merely brushed past her.

But Mary was relentless.

"Rosalynn, do you realize how you Look now? Like a discarded pup! How could you dare compete with Eleanor for Mr. Hughes’ attention? Eleanor is set to be Mrs. Hughes thanks to the baby she's carrying! You'll have to address her as Mrs. Hughes in the future!

Her harsh words stung Rosalynn enough to provoke a reaction. She spun around and advanced on Mary.

Mary parted her lips to retort, but a sudden pain gripped her throat.