Entangled with my best friend's husband

"Scott, the Watson family has responded, your marriage with Miss Watson is settled."

"Ok, Grandfather, I will prepare well."

In the study of the Robinson's old mansion, Kimberly, holding a freshly brewed coffee, stood at the door in shock.

Scott Robinson was marrying Miss Watson?

What about her? What does she, the girlfriend who has been in love with him for seven years, count as?

This was a naked betrayal!

This realization was unbearable for Kimberly, her hands shaking so much that she almost couldn't hold the mug.

"Creak-"

The study door was opened from the inside, and Scott Robinson ran into Kimberly head-on.

As if hiding something, he immediately closed the door behind him, took her hand hastily and left, heading to a nearby small garden.

"Kimberly, listen to me explain ..."

"Scott, you are doing great!"

Kimberly, with her eyes red, left the coffee on the stone table next to her and ran away without looking back.

Scott Robinson wanted to chase after her, but his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, and his footsteps immediately stopped, "Hello, my darling..."

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At night, Kimberly stumbled drunkenly out of the bar, unable to find her car through the blurry view of her intoxication.

"Damn, I clearly parked it here!"

She swung around clumsily in place twice, finally releasing her frustration with a hefty kick towards the nearby trashcan.

"Why are you also mocking me!" Her low growling voice carried the tone of a sob.

*Ding--*

Her phone suddenly rang. It was a text message notification.

She fumbled to take out the phone and glance at it, the notification bar showing the name, Scott:[Kimberly, where are you?]

Once affectionate, the name now gave a sharp stab to her heart.

Isn't he supposed to marry Hazel Watson?

Why was he still looking for his ex-girlfriend?

Forcefully, she slid the notification bar up but accidentally pressed into the message box, the content of the first message came into sight.

[Sandy Francisco Traffic Police: Your car with license plate, FD687PD, due to illegal parking obstructing traffic, has been towed to the Traffic Police Department. Please pay the fine and retrieve your car as soon as possible, address...]

After reading the message, Kimberly instinctively looked down. Indeed, there was a sign that read "No Parking" at her feet.

"..."

Upon leaving Robinson's house, she sped all the way here, and when she parked, she wasn't aware that parking was not allowed there, and she did not expect her car to be towed...

Kimberly blankly ruminated over this for a while, she couldn't help but mock herself, "When it rains, it pours."

Just as she was about to open the taxi booking app, a tall man passed by her, his side profile was handsome and exotic.

She narrowed her eyes slightly when suddenly, a bold and vengeful thought entered her mind.

She slapped her cheeks, forcing herself to stay sober, and as the man was about to open the car door, she approached him in a few short steps and stopped him, "Sir, my car was towed by the traffic police, can you drive me home?"

She looked up with a flushed face and blurry eyes - signs of heavy drinking.

Allen, "..."

No woman had ever dared to cling to him like this before.

Kimberly, with a pair of apricot eyes shining, said, "If it's out of your way, we can go to your place."

Scott is going to marry another woman, why should she remain pure for him?!

Allen lowered his gaze slightly, quietly observing the woman in front of him.

She appeared to be in her early twenties, with delicate features and skin as white as snow. Even the scent of alcohol on her did not diminish her beauty.

She was as charming as a peach blossom.

Seeing that he did not reply, Kimberly thought he didn't understand what she was implying, so she pushed the hair that was sticking to her cheek due to sweat, revealing her delicate and pretty face, then turned her head and smiled at him.

"Handsome, up for a one-night stand?"

***** Hello readers. This book ended at chapter 178******* the rest chapters are other characters story.

Allen sees the woman staring directly at him, no longer implying, but clearly expressing her interest.

Wants a one-night stand with him?

He has seen many women come to him willingly, but never in this way. It's rather novel.

Moreover, the woman before him fell exactly into his aesthetic preference. If it were normal circumstances, maybe he'd be interested, just...

With a frown, Allen took a step back, appearing to dislike the alcohol smell on Kimberly, his tone low, "Move aside."

His blunt refusal didn't discourage Kimberly but instead made her more eager.

She took a step forward, boldly hooking her arm around the man's neck, her smile captivating. "If you don't want to go back, we can do it in the car."

"Allen, I want to have sex with you."

Hearing the woman call out his name, Allen's gaze grew more dangerous.

"Do you know me?"

"The head of the Snyder family, there's no one in California who doesn't recognize you, right?"

The man didn't speak, only staring at her with a complex look in his eyes.

Kimberly's hand moved onto his chest, her eyes blurred from the alcohol, "We're both adults, there's no need to hesitate for such a...ah..."

Her wrist was suddenly caught in a tight grip by the man, causing Kimberly to cry out in pain, her misty eyes filled with hurt.

This man didn't know how to cherish a woman at all.

"Since you know me, you should know that I'm not someone you can provoke."

Allen threw down these words, casually opened the car door, and settled himself in the driver's seat.

Just as he prepared to start the car, he suddenly heard the sound of the car door closing and subconsciously turned his head. He saw a woman slipping into the co-driver's seat.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other pinching the woman's petite chin, he spoke in a low tone, "Which family's daughter dares to provoke me?"

Mature men inherently have a sense of authority, his domineering aura was particularly prominent, especially when maintaining a stern face.

For others, they would have long been cowered into silence.

But Kimberly was currently under the influence of alcohol. She gave a glance at his abdomen and provocatively said, "Everyone says the head of the Snyder family is the best at comforting women, but now it seems that you're all talk, how misleading are the rumours."

What men hate most is being proclaimed as incapable.

Kimberly's few words ignited the fire in the man.

Allen's lips curled up, a dangerous smile spilling over, "Fine, don't cry later."

The man released his hand, and the black Bentley took off in one direction, causing Kimberly to grip the car door handle tightly.

What should I do? It seems I have bitten off more than I can chew!

In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of an apartment building.

Allen, with quick movements, led Kimberly straight up to his apartment. Just as Kimberly was dumped on the bed, she bolted up and rushed into the bathroom to throw up until she had nothing left.

Only after the bathroom fell silent, did Allen walk in with a warm towel, throwing it to her with evident disdain on his face.

"Clean yourself up."

"Help me a bit..."

Kimberly shook her head, feeling light on her feet.

Just as the man was about to speak, Kimberly's body precariously tipped over.

Is that all you're capable of?

She lay limply in his arms, her fair skin glowing softly under the light, looking exceptionally tempting.

Allen's Adam's apple moved, and the desire he had just managed to suppress flamed up unexpectedly. He held the woman by the waist and set her on the bed. As soon as he did, she turned over, clinging to the blanket, and fell fast asleep.

Allen, "..."

His recently ignited passion was like a bucket of cold water was poured on it, extinguishing it instantly.

He stood by the bed, silently tugging at the corner of his mouth when his suit-pocketed mobile phone suddenly rang.

He took out his phone and checked the caller's display before calmly sliding the answer key.

"Bro, have you arrived yet?"The caller asked.

"Soon."

Allen glanced at the woman sleeping sweetly on the bed, paused for a moment, and then stepped out of the bedroom.

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The following morning.

Kimberly woke up, massaging her head.

After opening her eyes and seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, she was taken aback for a while before she remembered what had happened last night.

She quickly looked down to check her clothes, seeing that everything was tidy and nothing amiss, she let out a sigh of relief.

Had Allen brought her here?

As Kimberly got up and observed her surroundings, even after having a complete tour of the apartment, she found no trace of the man.

Had he left after dropping her off?

The head of the Snyder family seemed somewhat different from the rumours.

After Kimberly had a quick freshen-up, she remembered to check her phone. Countless missed calls and numerous messages, all from Scott Robinson.

Just as she was about to lock the screen, a new message popped up. Again, from Scott.

[Kimberly, where on earth are you?]

With a mocking laugh, Kimberly slipped her phone into her pocket and left the apartment.

Today was Monday, and Kimberly took a day off with her boss's permission.

After what happened yesterday, she really didn't feel like working.

By the time she arrived home, it was already close to noon.

The moment Kimberly opened the door, she saw Scott sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The man was wearing the white shirt from yesterday, his coat and tie were carelessly thrown onto the sofa, his handsome face was clouded over, and his complexion looked extremely awful.

It seemed that he had been waiting here all night.

Kimberly glanced at the ashtray on the coffee table filled with cigarette butts, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes, then she acted as if nothing had happened, leisurely changing her shoes.

"Where were you last night when you didn't come back?" The man asked coldly, looking like a storm was brewing.

Obviously, he was really angry about her not returning the whole night.

Kimberly replied nonchalantly, "Where do you think a young, beautiful, drunk woman would go?"

"Kimberly!" He shouted angrily at her.

Kimberly yawning lazily replied, "I didn't sleep well last night, if you have nothing else, you can leave. I still need to make up for some sleep."

"I waited for you all night, and this is how you treat me?"

Scott suddenly stood up, strode forward, and grabbed her arm, his face was repressed as if he was trying his best to control his emotions.

Looking at the handsome and familiar face in front of her, Kimberly had a moment of trance, as if everything that happened yesterday was just a nightmare, and they were still like before, nothing had changed.

"But in reality, it's not like that."

Expressionless, she stared at him. "Scott, the moment you agreed to marry Hazel Watson , we were over, over, do you understand? You are now just my ex-boyfriend."

"What kind of attitude should I take towards an ex-boyfriend who is about to marry another woman?"

The man seemed as though he wasn't listening to her at all. His gaze constantly roamed over her, as if inspecting something.

Suddenly, he pulled her into his embrace and started tearing at her clothes forcefully!

Kimberly cried out in shock, "Scott! What are you doing?"

"Checking!"

Robinson Scott replied with a gloomy tone, his relentless actions not ceasing.

"Let me go! Let go!"

As Kimberly tried to push him away, her hand was caught by him, and wrestled to the top of her head.

"Kimberly, you are mine, always mine!"

He frantically tore at her clothes, even ripping them to shreds, he didn't stop. He firmly pressed her on the couch, his movements were aggressive, almost brutal.

Kimberly grimaced in pain, cursing vehemently, "Scott! You bastard!"

After some intense struggle, he collapsed on top of her, panting slightly, "Kimberly, you are lying to me."

Whether anyone has touched her or not, a trial would reveal.

Kimberly bit her lip without speaking, her hand firmly clenched into a fist, enduring something with all her strength.

Robinson Scott's kiss gently landed on her eyes, murmuring, "Kimberly, be good."

Kimberly closed her eyes, letting tears slip from the corners of her eyes.

How much she used to love this man is equal to how much she hates him now!

Looking at the man she had loved for over a decade, she choked, "Scott, I am not a three-year-old kid. Coddling me like this is useless! We're both adults, let us part ways gracefully without holding each other back."

"Do you want me to watch my boyfriend of seven years walk down the aisle with another woman, then act as if nothing happened and become your secret lover? I can't do that."

"You have your ambitions and aspirations, and I have my dignity. I admit it, I admit it all. Isn't that enough?"

Kimberly forcefully pushed the man on top of her away, was going to find clothes to put on, but found they had all been torn. She had no other option but to coldly pick up the blazer on the sofa and put it on.

"Kimberly," Scott called her gently again, "I know you're just saying this out of anger. You won't leave me, right?"

The man's blind confidence made Kimberly laugh. She stared at him, "Scott, if you really love me, don't marry Hazel Watson. Otherwise, I will never forgive you, and I won't become your lover!"

She was quite serious about this, warning Scott, but also reminding herself.

They both grew up together as childhood friends, and even kept a secret love relationship that went on for seven whole years from their families.

Now, he agreed to arranged marriage with someone else and also expects her to be his secret lover?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Her pride and dignity do not allow her to do this!

Scott stared at her, his expression complex, "Kimberly, you don't understand, I have to marry her."

"Can you wait for me for two years? Just two years, I will definitely marry you, giving you a legit title."