Can't Let Go of This Love

Today marked the wedding anniversary of Briana Fabre and Scott Fisher. Briana: Come home early tonight. I've got a surprise for you, something you'll absolutely love :) After sending the text, Briana set her phone down and returned to the kitchen, intending to prepare a homemade dinner for Scott. A maid said in admiration, "Madam, you two are so much in love." Briana gave a wistful smile but said nothing. Love? Scott and her?   At the beginning, Scott married Briana out of obligation. Over the three years since they tied the knot, Scott never lacked female company. He would come home twice a month at most and every intimate encounter with her was like a routine, rough and devoid of any tenderness. A week ago, as Briana was choosing a gift for their upcoming third anniversary, Scott's lover Krista Owens suddenly showed up with a pregnancy test report. With a triumphant air, Krista declared, "I'm pregnant. You should leave Scott to me." The moment she saw the report, compromise and self-deception, everything Briana had endured over the past three years overwhelmed her. At 7 PM, Scott arrived home, and the discreet servants made their exit. Briana had just set the table when Scott's warm breath enveloped her from behind. He held her chin and turned her head for a forceful kiss. She paused for a moment but quickly pushed him away. Scott's arms encircled her waist, and he pinched her chin with his long fingers. Squinting his eyes, he said indifferently, "You want me back for a good f**k, don't you?" Briana explained, "No. Today is our third anniversary. And I do have a gift for you." Scott released her and replied in a sarcastic tone, "A gift? Since when did we start to celebrate anniversaries?" Briana pursed her lips, remaining silent. She poured wine for both of them. Lifting her glass, she said, "Here's to our third anniversary. Cheers." Bathed in the soft light, Scott's features stood out, his chiseled jawline and straight nose cutting a sharp contrast against the backdrop. His pursed lips hinted at his dissatisfaction with this anniversary dinner for only the two of them. Briana chuckled, not expecting him to respond. She picked up her glass and gulped it in one go. After finishing the first glass, she started the second one, then the third... Before long, Briana's face was flushed from drinking. Despite seeing a smile on her face, Scott couldn't ignore the watery glint in her eyes. He sensed something was off about Briana today. At the end, Briana had had too much and was a bit tipsy. Leaning on the table and gazing at the man across from her, whose expression remained unchanged, she drawled, "Scott Fisher, can't you c***k a little smile for me even today?" Scott stared at the groggy woman and lost his tongue. "Briana, when did you become so boring?" Briana rested her head on the table, forcing a wry smile. "Scott, you can't even give me a smile... This is our last..." Scott didn't want to waste any more time here. He lifted her up and carried her to the sofa. "Wait, my gift..." Scott withdrew his hand, turned around, and silently watched her. Briana's cheeks flushed. Her innocent and shimmering eyes gazed up at him.   Scott swallowed hard. He had to admit the person before him was stunningly hot. She possessed enough allure that could make any man's heart race. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen into her trap in the first place. Her lips which were painted by the color of the wine looked crimson and luscious. As her hands slipped under his shirt, he uncontrollably lifted her chin, pressing his lips onto hers for a French kiss. Briana winced, letting out a gasp. She bit his lip, causing the taste of blood to spread between their lips. The kiss was like a game. Whoever wins dominates the other. Just as Scott was about to fetch the condom box from the bedside table, Briana's voice interrupted him. "Scott, happy anniversary! Let's get a divorce." The man on top of her froze. "What did you just say?"