Honey Trap

kly as it came. There was not a cloud in

she had no choice. Her clothes were all wet and thrown haphazardly into the trash

her villa. As she walked towards the door, she was surprised that it looked a bit unfamilia

et foot on the stairs, the

h the baby." The woman in a red housecoat reached out to hold

Joan and Scott's marriage. But most importantly, she

son, Scott didn't even bother to come pick her up. Instead, he was fooling around with his mistress, Jean Bai. What

d Joan in a tr

en they turned their heads and saw the person standi

ntly seeing. Then, the expression on his face turned bla

toned body. He looked like a dressed statue, giving off a cold and haughty

Joan's husband...

in a trembling voice, stretching ou

n Joan's eyes. She then once again shrank back in his embrace. With her petite figure, Scott had the urge to protect Jean Bai.

coldly at Joan, "You almost killed her because of what you did. I thought that y

her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. For a w

nd innocent! Everything was Jean Bai's ploy. I had nothing

d her mouth to try and explai

ar anything about it anymor

n the incident happened, she also didn't get the chance to share

ott's arm, Jean Bai flashed a smug smile,

h slightly and mouthed t

on and anger anymore. She rushed in front of Jean B

l

hock. Immediately, sharp pain spread to her fair and tender

ushed Joan away and pulled Jean Bai into his arms nervously. When he saw

ld sneer. "You're still my husband. As lon

oked with sobs. "Scott, let me go. I... I shouldn't have been here. It's all my fault. It's

." Scott lovingly rubbed Jean Bai's stomach. Then he glared hatefully at Joan. "Three years..." he said scornfull

Joan's heart broke. The three years she spent in prison was a living hell for her

of guilt whatsoever. The moment Joan was sent to jail, Jean Bai happily moved in the next day. All of

th realistic tears in her eyes, Jean Bai cried about how she lost her baby, and blamed Joan for attempted murder. Scott had beli

. It won't be easy for a woman to give birth to a healthy baby, especially when she had a miscarriage before," said Joan

onse, Joan pushed them away an

ith a pitiful look, she glanced up at

e no right to flirt with my husband. You'd better get h

scattered on the sofa in the living room. She

ed with fury. His booming voice e