"You seriously don't know?"
Scarlett hadn't expected Wesley to respond like that.
'He never answers me directly,' she thought.
'It's like he's always hiding something from me.'
Everyone had their own way of doing things, and she couldn't force him to open up.
She looked into Wesley's deep, penetrating gaze.
"I may do, and that's why I'm asking these questions. But if you don't want to tell me the truth, I won't push it."
She reached for the car door, ready to leave.
Wesley watched her get out but made no move to stop her.
'I've said enough for now,' he thought.
When Scarlett got back home, she saw the news had blown up. Patrick had posted photos of Wesley carrying her out of the café, with Ethan trailing behind.
The media had spun the story, making her look like the unfaithful o
