Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 722 Add Insult To Injury (Part One)

The best way to crush a man was to add insult to injury. No one ever escaped it.

"I won't sign it," Molly's resolute voice rose.

The bar seemed to grow even dimmer as the tension between the three people by the counter rose. Molly's loud, clear voice was firm and resolute as her steady gaze bored through Brian's figure. She tried her best to ignore the woman by his side.

The sharp, biting words drew Brian and Ling's eyes to Molly. Brian stopped stirring his drink and stared at her. She stood in front of them stubbornly with clenched fists and sorrowful eyes, but she managed to play tough anyway. "Brian, I won't sign it. I won't divorce you," she said to emphasize her decision. She was definitely not backing down.

The bartender momentarily paused mixing alcohol as he shot a distracted look from where Molly's loud voice came from. He was first puzzled at this woman's anger, then his confusion melted into scorn. 'Ah, girls these days are either paranoid or desperate to win guys' attention, ' he pondered as he willed his hands and eyes to continue mixing drinks.

"Bri, who is she?" The woman, Ling, asked as her slender fingers placed the glass on the counter. She wore an elegant blue gown and her hair was styled into a simple but tasteful up do. Her movements were languid but graceful, and she looked noble and elegant. "I'm his wife," Molly stressed with gritted teeth in anger before Brian could even answer. Her lips were pressed in a thin line as her doe eyes stared head-on at her husband, yet he only remained indifferent except for the scornful look he gave at her words. Ling only frowned slightly as her eyes held all the sorrow, but she went back to her elegant, poised self. "Bri, I'll leave first..." She murmured in a shaky voice as she tried to get up from the bar stool, but her hand was grasped by Brian before she could even try. "Brian, let go of me," she said calmly.

"She is the one who should leave," The deep, aloof voice of Brian spoke. He gave Molly a disgusted glance, then turned to the woman beside him. "I don't know her. She is nothing to me," he said reassuringly.

However, a bitter smile etched itself on Ling's glossy lips and answered, "Bri, she is your wife..."

"She is not!" Brian's cold, booming words suddenly interrupted her. She was visibly shaken. "But..."

"There is no but," Brian butted in once again. His hand covered Ling's own as he gazed deeply into her eyes and added, "You know my heart. I love you, only you. She was just a mistake. A horrible mistake." In front of them, Molly's lips quivered and she was about to cry upon hearing those painful words. She tried her best to play it cool but soon enough, it stung and the tears pooled in her eyes, ready to fall. "Bri..."

"Who do you think you are? How dare you call my name?" He snapped. His stone-cold, icy gaze sent daggers to Molly's own and it went straight to her heart, crushing it to pieces. His voice was devoid of any emotion as he threatened, "Molly, I'll give you three days to sign the document. You better cooperate, or you'll regret it." Brian sounded intimidating and ruthless.

"I will never, ever sign it!" Molly's feet were firmly planted on the floor as she replied in a stubborn and determined tone. Her hands were so tightly balled into fists as if to summon up all her courage, and her nails dug crescent-shaped imprints on her palm from her firm grip. Her eyes just stared steadily at Brian. Despite his previously disgusted look and now indifference at her, she continued, "I won't sign it. Even if you kill me, I won't sign it."

At her words, Brian's fingers caressed Ling's smaller hand and sneered, "Kill you? Why would I kill you? I have thousands of ways to make you sign it."

He was so icy and cruel to her that it was as if the air around them was cold and frigid like his voice. The bartender's eyebrows shot up slightly and it was then he understood that Molly was indeed, Mr. Brian Long's wife. That came as a bit of a surprise to him, and he again went back to his job.

Brian turned to Ling and stroked her cheek and lip gently. Molly's eyes burned and she blinked the hot tears away as she watched Brian do to Ling what he used to do to her. Now it was a totally different story with him caressing another woman that way. It seemed that he had completely forgotten her already.

"Bri..." Ling's apologetic voice broke the silence as she cast a sorry glance at Molly and said, "Sorry, I didn't know he was married when I came back. I didn't mean to be a third party in your relationship, but..." She lowered her head in shame and continued, "But I love him. I want to live with him," Her eyes were now fully fixated on Molly. "If he loved you, of course I would leave you two together. But the problem is he doesn't love you. Sorry."

"No," Molly retorted, "He loves me. He just forgot me temporarily. But he will remember me, remember us." Her shaky but clear voice was eager and rushed like a drowning man pleading for help in the ocean and desperately hanging on to the last life-saving log. Alas, her efforts were in vain as Brian only looked at her with apathy and contempt.

Even then, Molly told herself repeatedly that she must hang on in there, that she couldn't give up simply because of his coldness, that he must love her, or he wouldn't have risked his life to save her... She chanted those words in her head like a mantra, a prayer. She had to stick this one out-that was her only conviction.

At this point, the air grew even more tense and Ling also felt distressed. She tried to wretch her hand out of Brian's hold but that only earned her an even tighter grip.

Brian's steely gaze turned to look at Molly--she stood there firmly and she truly seemed desperate and heartbroken. As his eyes scanned her up and down, he slowly scowled, "I don't have a waitress wife. I am Brian. My wife would never stoop so low." His voice was filled with even more contempt as he added, "Molly, who are you to stand beside me, to be my wife? You are nothing. You are not even pretty. Why would I ever love a woman like you? You should know your place."

His words were such a pain to hear that poor, heartbroken Molly staggered. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter to prevent herself from falling. With gritted teeth, her bloodshot eyes tearfully looked at Brian and she slowly said, "Because I'm Mark's mother. Your only son, Mark. You love me."

He only sneered at her and scornfully replied, "Any woman could mother my child if I want to. Your son is merely an accident. The only child I ever want is that of Ling and me."

His stinging words were like a painful stab to Molly's gut. Her face blanched and her legs felt like they lost their muscles. If it wasn't for the counter's support, she would have already collapsed to the ground. She had to be strong for herself as she had no choice but to remind herself once again that Brian said that he forgot her and Mark, only because he had amnesia. That was the only way she could embolden herself even for a bit, otherwise she would completely give up on him--leaving her with the cold version of him, while his caring one went to another woman. 000000000000