"We'll leave together," he said, grabbing my arm in a tone that left no room for argument.
Anne quickly entered the front passenger seat when we reached the car. Then she said with an innocent expression and sparkling eyes, "Scarlett, I just had stomach ulcer surgery and got carsick easily. Could you please let me have this seat?"
I didn't argue and opened the door to the back seat, but his friends all rushed in. Now, three grown men squeezed into the backseat at once. They stared at me with hostility.
"Scarlett, Anne is still weak. We'll all come to your house to take care of her."
I looked toward Julian in the driver's seat. His face was stiff, but he didn't say a word to refute them. I smiled bitterly as the sound of cicadas filled the air. How could I still have expectations for this man?
Julian's friends hated me. They thought he was perfect for Anne and saw me as a villain trying to break them up.
They treated me like a servant in my own house and Julian never once defended me. Even if I was pregnant with his child, I still had to give Anne a blood transfusion. They didn't even say thank you at the end; they just said it was my honor.