Chapter 15

"How do you want me to prove it?" Imogen sneered, thinking Natalie wasn't as composed as she seemed. With just a little trick, Natalie's defenses completely crumbled. "Prove that Rowan loves you," Natalie replied calmly. Imogen gave a light, mocking smile and took out her phone, showing Natalie a short video from last night of her and Rowan in bed together. The clip was brief, only about 30 seconds, showing Rowan holding Imogen and kissing her with an urgent, impatient intensity. "That's it?" Natalie raised an eyebrow, her tone calm and detached. "If I'm not mistaken, Rowan had been drinking last night, right? This only counts as a drunken mistake. It doesn't mean anything." She noticed that Rowan's coat not only carried the scent of another woman's perfume, but also the sharp tang of alcohol. Imogen couldn't help but feel a little impressed by Natalie's restraint. Even after seeing her husband in bed with another woman, she could still remain composed. "So what exactly would