The Plan

Irene can't help it, she feels jealous right now! She looked at him angrily, "You're starting to spend more time with her than me! One day you will lost interest in me!" she ranted.

Brent groaned hard, rushing to her side. "Sweetie, that won't happen! Over my dead body!" he said, holding her hand possessively, trying to pacify her emotional outburst.

"But you would rather eat dinner with her than spend time with me!" She continued spouting, her anger and jealousy were making her blood boil to the roof.

Brent took a deep breath. "But we already talked about this issue, right? You even agree to it. Why are you complaining now?" he asked gently, careful not to raise his voice.

Irene's body trembled in rage. "I just can't let that impostor enjoy my life! It's so unfair! I want my life back!" she demanded.

"Alright, calm down. Please, stop crying! Let's talk about it..." he said.