From Deadbeat To Doting; Something Is Wrong With My Husband!-Chapter 37: ’Insatiable Whore’

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Rochelle was in the middle of a private meltdown. She was slamming her palm against her forehead, whispering, "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

Thomas cleared his throat.

Making her freeze momentarily as her face turned a vivid shade of scarlet.

Mortified, she watched him walk to the bed to retrieve his tie. Thomas glanced at her while he put on his tie. She was so clumsy he always tried to hold off a laugh around her.

A rare feat.

Maybe he should just go to dinner with her. How bad could it be? Just as he was about to say it...

"Let’s go." Brianna’s voice broke the tension from the doorway. She didn’t look at Thomas; she just looked at Rochelle. Rochelle gave a brief glance at Thomas as she followed her boss.

The two women turned and headed for the lobby, leaving the men behind.

At the reception desk, Brianna pulled a clean bill from her bag. Just as she was about to give the receptionist, Lucian’s voice came from behind her as his hand reached for his wallet.

"I’ll cover it."

"No need," Brianna said without looking and dropped the bills on the counter. She completely ignored the receptionist’s confused look and walked out into the morning air.

As she reached for the door of the Rolls-Royce, a hand clamped around her arm, pulling her back.

Brianna had a confused look on when she eyed the idiot.

"Let’s ride together," Lucian commanded.

Brianna scoffed ridiculously.

He must be joking. Ride together? So he can push her out on a back road and ensure she never makes it to the city?

She originally wanted to tell him to ride with his mistress, but that sounded a little bit too jealous. It was completely normal to feel this way when your partner doesn’t care about you.

"I’m riding in the car I came in," she said, trying to shake him off.

But his grip didn’t break. He held her there, staring into her eyes as if he were trying to find the source of the fire. Why was she so rude to him?

Was it because he’d raised his voice in the room? Was it the file?

Whatever it was, he was sure it was nothing an apology couldn’t fix.

"I’m sorry."

Brianna was taken aback. She surely must have gone deaf. It was highly unlikely she heard an apology from the deadbeat husband. However, she still felt the need to confirm.

"What?"

Before Lucian could say anything, Thomas interjected rudely.

"Mrs. Colburn, Senior Mrs. Colburn has requested for you and Mr. Colburn. That is why he wants you to ride with him."

Brianna looked at Thomas, then back at the man she’s married to. There was no reason she could think of, that warranted Senior Mrs. Colburn’s sudden request, except how she rudely sent her rare rose back with a ’fuck off’ note inside.

Though she doubted that was merely the case.

"I have work," Brianna said coldly before wrenching her arm free and climbing into Rochelle’s car.

Thomas and Lucian stared at themselves a bit. Thomas, trying to understand how she would refuse a woman like Senior Mrs. Colburn’s call. And Lucian, wanting to speak to her.

"Let’s follow them."

He said as he entered the car, leaving Thomas dumbfounded.

Thomas followed his boss into the car. Just in time, the bodyguards they came with were out of the motel and inside the car.

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Rochelle’s car finally pulled into the underground garage of YKC News. Brianna wanted to retrieve her car from the company before going home and washing off the motel and Lucian’s cologne from her skin.

"We are here."

Brianna sat still, tightening her hand on her bag as she gathered herself. "Go home, Rochelle. Prepare for the evening show."

"Are you sure, Mrs. Colburn? I could order a ride for you or just take you home—?"

"I am fully capable of driving myself." Brianna pushed the door open.

Rochelle watched her boss walk away. She didn’t know what had happened in that room, but she recognized the look on Mrs. Colburn’s face. She was hurting, but she was too proud to confide in anyone.

With a sigh, Rochelle shifted the car into gear and began driving out. Her mind was so preoccupied with Brianna’s expression that she barely noticed the sleek black Cadillac gliding into the garage.

Wait, was that—?

Distracted, she jerked the wheel, nearly slamming into a man crossing the lane.

"Hey! You almost killed me just now!" a loud voice barked.

Rochelle slammed on the brakes, though her heart leaped in her throat. Before she could even stammer an apology or check if he was okay, the car door was yanked open. A slightly advanced man hopped into the passenger seat as if he’d been invited.

Rochelle stared at him, her mouth hanging open. "Mister, what are you—"

"You almost ended my life, young lady," the man said, adjusting the seatbelt with a huff. "Now, you are going to buy me dinner to compensate for the emotional trauma. Go on, keep driving. There’s a restaurant nearby."

Meanwhile, Brianna had just arrived at her own vehicle. She reached her trembling slender fingers into her bag as she dug for her car key.

She just wanted to go home, lock the door, and erase the lingering memory of everything from her senses. And burn all Lucian’s suits while she was at it.

But as she brought out her key and reached for the handle, the shadows of the garage seemed to come alive!

Flash! Flash! Flash!

The blinding white light scorched her vision!

"Dr. Colburn! Over here!"

"Mrs. Colburn! Look at the camera. We have questions concerning the rumors online! Hope you don’t mind."

Suddenly, a dozen reporters emerged from behind the concrete pillars and started clicking their cameras like a swarm of insects.

"Capture her face! Make sure you put the camera on her morning face!"

The ambush had been so sudden that Brianna’s professional mask cracked. Using a slender arm to block the flash, her key fell on the concrete and she clumsily bent down to pick up.

In her haste, she jammed her key into the lock and twisted it with a shaky hand.

Snap.

"Is it true you are barren, Doctor? Is that why you’ve been bullying the staff at YKC to hide your own failures as a woman?" a woman shouted, shoving a microphone toward Brianna’s mouth.

Brianna was bargaining with God.

How was she going to escape if her means of escaping is destroyed? The reporters didn’t seem to care and kept throwing their questions.

Turning, she ran toward the elevator, her heels made it hard to run faster than the reporters chasing her now. Placing both palms on the elevator to wedge herself, she pressed the button, but the display was stuck on the 12th floor.

"No, no, no, no, no..." Brianna breathed, pressing and praying for the elevator to come down.

But it wasn’t coming.

She thought she should make a run for it, better run now and get a cab. Just as she turned, the reporters had already surrounded her, making her back hit the elevator doors as she took steps back.

She was terrified!

"Dr. Colburn! Answer us! Is your husband actually a ’kept man’? Are you paying him to stay in a loveless house? Is your marriage truly a fraud? Does YKC News know? Have you been deceiving the public and judging other people’s marriages out of spite for yours?"

"Is it true you are a ’vampire’ who bleeds your own family dry?"

Brianna furrowed her brows. "What?"

"We have sources revealing how you even steal other people’s husbands because you are, as they quoted, an ’insatiable whore’. Is that true? Are you an insatiable whore with a failed marriage and infertility?" the reporter sneered, shoving a microphone into her space.

Brianna had enough!

She slapped the microphone from the reporter’s hand, grabbing her collar and pulling her in. "Repeat that again! Who’s the whore?"

The reporter struggled under the strangling pull from someone half her size!

The woman struggled under the weight of her anger. "B-but I was just repeating what the source said!"

"I dare you to say it again."

"Let go, Dr. Colburn! You’re killing her!" The other reporters screamed as they tried freeing their crew mate’s neck from Brianna’s grip.

"Get off her, you crazy bitch!" With united strength, they all shoved her back with a violent force.

Staggering, Brianna’s balance which was already precarious on her high heels couldn’t save her. Her ankle twisted with a forceful pop, and she crashed to the harsh oil-stained ground.

The reporters didn’t stop. They leaned in lower with the cameras hovering inches from her face, capturing the disheveled strands of her hair and the pain in her eyes.

"Dr. Colburn, why are you being violent? Is it because the truth hurts?"

"Is this the ’miserable’ behavior your coworkers complain about?"