Scarlett's POV
I smirked, moving closer to Kristine. "Come on, Kristine, why would you do such a thing to your loving husband?" I held her hand, leading her back in front of Juan.
"Please, Scarlett, don't do this," Kristine begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"What am I doing? It's not right to leave your husband without telling him," I said. She shivered, avoiding Juan's gaze, and stepped back in fear. "Robert, lock the gate," I instructed, turning back to the couple.
"Miss Guzman, please," Maria interjected, but I silenced her with a raised hand.
"So, Kristine. Why did you leave your husband's house without telling him?" I asked, my tone sharpening.
"I didn't... I was just..." she stammered.
"Answer the question," Juan snapped angrily.
"Don't make your loving husband angry,
