I almost let it slip in my drowsiness when Zoey hurriedly sent a message. "Just say we are getting our hair done and went to try the package at the massage shop next door. I've already sent him the photos! Thanks, babe."
So later, in Bryan's eyes, I became the culprit for ruining his family harmony.
The next day, he sent me a warning message. After that day, I gradually reduced contact with Zoey.
But in the end, I was still sent to prison by her.
Bryan already resented me. Sending me in made him feel like he was getting rid of a scourge.
Given a second chance, I would never be her scapegoat again!
He lost his patience because I didn't respond for a while.
"Is Zoey with you? Have her answer the phone. The child wants her."
I raised my eyebrows, a cold smile curling my lips.
Holding the phone, I pretended to shout to one side, "Zoey, Zoey? Your husband is calling you."
She wasn't there. Naturally, no one responded.
So I exclaimed, "Oops, sorry, Mr. Perez, she went to get her hair done. The water is too loud for her to hear. It's the same place as last time!
"She'll contact you once she's done."
After saying that, I instantly put on an indifferent face and hung up heavily.