Chapter 3:

"Sister-in-law, are you angry with me? There's nothing between Adrian and me. If there's anything that caused a misunderstanding, I apologize."

As she spoke, she poured herself another glass of wine and drank it.

"I haven't misunderstood anything, and I'm very sure about your relationship. I really can't drink."

I am allergic to alcohol, and Adrian knows this.

I looked at him, meaning for him to say something.

Who would have thought, he glared at me instead and threatened me quietly: "Drinking a little won't kill you! Emma has health issues too and she's already had two glasses. Don't make me look bad!"

Seeing how little he cared about my well-being, this husband of seven years made my heart feel as cold as ice.

None of his friends tried to help; they all stared at me intently.

It seemed like they wouldn't let me go unless I drank.

Emma, on the other hand, decided to play the good person.