Sienna Johnson took a swig of beer, her mind drifting. Four years ago, Melanie Carpenter committed suicide, and Adrian Desmond married me. Four years later, who knows if he'll compromise again? He said he'd pick me up after work... why did he stand me up? Faced with a man with a known past, Sienna Johnson couldn't help but overthink.
"I wouldn't rule it out," Sienna replied.
Looking at Sienna's melancholy expression, Leanne Andrews asked seriously, "Hey, this is just your first day of marriage. Are you guys having issues already?"
"Who knows."
"TSK, TSK... How did someone like you, a goddess-level woman with lines of men chasing you all the way down Chang'an Avenue, end up as a mistress?"
Leanne Andrews's hands were greasy from eating, as were Sienna Johnson's. Licking her fingers as she savored her food, Sienna said nonchalantly, head down, "With Adrian's personality, I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to."
