A cynical smile curved her lips as she viewed Moira's scandalous video.

“Bitch! I must let Brian know."

Eleanor picked up her phone, only to remember that Brian had blocked her number. This realization stoked her fury.

For Rosalynn's sake, Brian had erected a wall between them. It was high time he saw Rosalynn for who she really was.

With determination etched on her face, Eleanor used Moira's phone to send the video to Brian.

Standing nearby, Moira bristled with indignation on Eleanor's behalf.

“Mr. Hughes is utterly ruthless. Even though you were pregnant with his child, he spent only a single night by your side following your accident and has shown no concern since. Is he planning to wed Rosalynn?"

Eleanor's expression grew darker.

She knew Rosalynn was Brian's wife.

Her primary mission now was to make them divorce.

She forwarded the video with a text message attached.

"Mr. Hughes, it's Eleanor. My assistant inadvertently recorded this scene. Isn't Rosalynn supposed to be your wife? Then why is she parading as someone else's girlfriend?"

In Folkava, it was already midnight.

Brian, his eyes heavy with fatigue from burning the midnight oil over work, heard the familiar chime of a notification echoing through the room.

His attention snapped away from the computer screen, and he turned to look at his phone resting on the desk.

His face clouded as he watched the video.

In the video, Rosalynn was seen clinging to Keegan's arm, introducing herself as his girlfriend, and appearing thoroughly pleased.

He was livid!

She was his wife, yet she had never introduced him as her husband to anyone.

Checking his luxury watch, he noted the time and dialed Rosalynn's number.

He had to confront her.

She picked up almost immediately.