Chapter 561

"How heartless of Brandy," Harlan said, releasing me from his grasp. His tone was filled with sympathy. I turned to him. Suddenly, a surge of anger and hatred burst forth from within me. I grabbed something nearby and hurled it at him. "You know now, don't you? I'm not his woman, you bastard, you son of a..." Never in my life have I uttered such a torrent of abuse. By the time I was done, I had lost track of my target. But somehow, this outburst was the only way I could release the pent-up frustration and sadness that was suffocating me. Harlan didn't dodge or try to stop me. He let me vent my anger. Finally, when I was exhausted and couldn't move anymore, I curled up into a ball, motionless. Harlan left the room. As the door closed behind him, I heard someone outside ask, "Will this woman be able to lure Brandon in?" But Harlan's response was cut off by the closing door. I was left alone in the room again, my earlier outburst having drained me of all my energy. My brain felt l