My Bossy CEO Husband

As he studied her hardened expression, Barlow ventured, “Brian once rescued two girls from human traffickers. He was bitten by
a dog, which gave him a lifelong fear of dogs. Were you one of those girls?”
Impressed by his deductive powers, Rosalynn remained silent, leaving the question hanging in the air.
Barlow’s grin broadened. “Did you marry him out of gratitude for his rescue? And he didn’t appreciate it?”
Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.
“Enough!” she snapped.
Why was this man, as good-looking as he was, such a chatterbox?
Barlow’s smile only widened at her response.
“Rosalynn, you should be nicer to me! I know so many of your secrets!” he teased.
Rosalynn shot him a sidelong glance, retorting, “Feel free to spill them all. Let’s see how I’ll make you pay.”
“Oh, how terrifying Barlow exclaimed, feigning fright. His antics earned him another eye roll from Rosalynn.
Just then, a waiter began ushering the guests to the dining area.
The banquet was about to commence.
Rosalynn’s gaze settled on Harlan, who seemed to be searching for someone.
Despite his deception, she knew he wasn’t a bad person. He didn’t deserve a vindictive bride Like Brylee.
“Rosalynn, brace yourself for a good show.”
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Barlow sauntered to the broadcast room.
Rosalynn stood silently, her gaze fixed on the banquet hall’s electronic screen. What had once been a charming display of
wedding photos had morphed into a scandalous video.
The content of the video was, in a word, appalling.

Although some elements were conveniently blurred, the faces remained sharply defined.
“Wait, isn’t that the bride?”
“What’s going on? How can she be with three men?”
“Is she a slut? Poor Harlan!”