Second Marriage to A Big Shot

Chapter 5 Sleep with Him?

Wesley's words caught Scarlett off guard.

"He just doesn't get it! Otherwise, he wouldn't have cheated on his wife and been caught in the act."

Scarlett pushed down the searing pain in her heart and agreed. "Feeling sorry for a man like that? He's not worth it!"

With a determined look, she turned and walked away.

Wesley followed, leaving together.

Behind them, people started whispering, "I heard Mr. Kingsley is Mr. Hastings' biggest rival! Seems like Mr. Hastings doesn't stand a chance against him! More importantly, Mr. Hastings actually slept with a married woman. This is a huge scandal."

As Scarlett walked away, she couldn't help but think that Patrick would have a headache over this one!

Wesley escorted Scarlett back to her rented apartment before leaving.

The next morning, Scarlett was woken up not by the alarm but by a frantic call from Cynthia.

On the phone, Cynthia was furious.

"Scarlett, check the videos online. There are a lot of indecent photos of you and Mr. Kingsley! Patrick is such a jerk! How could he do something so despicable?"

Scarlett frowned deeply and quickly made a decision.

"I'll take care of it."

She then hung up the phone.

Just as she was about to call her assistant, the doorbell rang.

Scarlett got up to answer the door, wondering who could be visiting at this hour.

Her expression turned a bit awkward when she saw who was standing outside.

She was still in her pajamas. Although they were modest, it still felt inappropriate.

Wesley, noticing her discomfort, gently tucked a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear, revealing her delicate collarbone.

His Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously as he reached out to tuck the hair on the other side behind her ear as well.

"I'll handle the photos!"

Scarlett caught a whiff of his familiar cedar scent and looked into his mesmerizing eyes.

"You're helping me just because I'm useful to you?"

Wesley leaned in close to her ear, his voice husky and seductive. "Yes."

Then he turned to leave. He knew she could handle the photos herself, but he still wanted to help her.

As Scarlett watched him walk away, she couldn't help but think about how close he had been just now, only to say something that crushed any lingering thoughts she might have had.

Snapping out of it, Scarlett focused on the photo issue.

In less than ten minutes, all the photos were taken down.

Moreover, the online headlines claimed that Patrick, in a fit of revenge, had orchestrated the photos to frame his wife after she exposed his affair.

Now Patrick had been arrested by the police.

Seeing this, Scarlett felt more heartache than anything else.

When Patrick had been in a car accident, every hospital had declared him beyond saving, urging preparations for his funeral.

But she hadn't given up, using the hospital's most advanced equipment to nurse him back to health.

'And this is how he repaid me!'

At midnight, just as she was drifting off to sleep, the doorbell rang again.

She got up to open the door and saw who was standing outside.

Her face turned cold. "Why are you here? You're not welcome!"

Brenda stood there, looking fragile in her plain clothes.

"Scarlett, please save Patrick! He was someone you loved. Can you really bear to see him go to jail?"

Scarlett was still expressionless. She wasn't about to let anyone guilt her into anything.

"Isn't this your time to shine? Aren't you the one who loves Patrick so much? Why don't you take his place in jail?"

With that, she turned to head back to her bedroom.

But Brenda quickly blocked her way.

"Scarlett, what will it take for you to save Patrick?"

Scarlett looked down at her, her tone devoid of warmth.

"He tried to kill me. Why should I save him? Don't tell me I loved him! To me, he's already dead."

With that, she shoved Brenda aside.

Brenda couldn't hold back her anger any longer. "Scarlett, you deserve this! You may have saved me back then, but when you called the police, how do you think my husband and in-laws saw me? You deserve everything you're going through now!"

Scarlett had planned to deal with Brenda later, making her lose face and then finishing her off.

But now she has decided to take some advantage of it first.

She pulled out her phone and started recording, stepping closer to Brenda.

"So, Patrick was just a tool for you to get back at me? I never saw it coming. You are truly cunning!"

Brenda tried to defend herself, but Scarlett's words crushed her completely.

Smirking, Brenda said, "As long as you're in pain, Scarlett, I feel great satisfaction!"

Scarlett got the confession she wanted with a gloomy smile.

"Thanks for that. I'll send this to Patrick right now."

Brenda panicked and tried to snatch Scarlett's phone.

But Scarlett dodged her every time.

Exhausted and out of breath, Brenda could only watch as Scarlett sent the recording to Patrick.

Afterward, Scarlett shoved Brenda out the door.

"Instead of wasting time here, you'd better think about how to explain and keep your wealth and fame!"

With that, she slammed the door in Brenda's face and walked back to her bedroom.

Just thinking about how furious Brenda must have been as the door closed made Scarlett feel immensely satisfied.

The next day, Scarlett was walking past an alley on her way to the clinic.

She saw a group of burly men waiting for her, with Brenda leading them.

Brenda had a smug look on her face. "Scarlett, you ruined my future, so I'll ruin yours!"

She looked at the men. "What are you waiting for? Get her!"

Scarlett didn't answer but asked, "So you and Patrick had a falling out? Looks like you two weren't really in love. He dumped you over a recording?"

Brenda was furious, her face contorted.

"I'm Patrick's first love, his one true love. This little thing won't stop him from coming back to me!"

Scarlett got what she wanted and prepared to dodge the men who were trying to tear her clothes off.

But she didn't expect the leader of the men to use a dirty trick.

He threw white powder at her.

Scarlett accidentally inhaled the powder and soon felt dizzy.

Seeing this, Brenda urged the men. "Hurry up!"

Just as Scarlett's jacket was about to be ripped off, she saw Wesley appear. He delivered a kick that sent those men away in all directions.

With a loud thud, they hit the ground.

Wesley caught Scarlett, who was already drugged, his eyes filled with concern.

"Tell me where it hurts."

Scarlett struggled to suppress the medicine's effects, looking at Wesley, who had saved her, her voice weak.

"I'm fine. Don't let Brenda get away!"

Wesley gave Scarlett an encouraging smile, signaling his men to catch Brenda.

Then, Scarlett saw Brenda being restrained, her vision growing blurry.

She thought about how Wesley was only helping her because she was useful.

"Knock me out!"

Brenda burst out laughing. "Scarlett, you took an enhanced aphrodisiac! If you don't sleep with Wesley, you'll die from bleeding out! If I can't be happy, neither can you. When Patrick finds out what you did, he'll kill you!"