Inside Ivan's private place.
He was watching the news as well after having breakfast with Briena, who was now inside the bathroom, changing into a new dress which Ivan had arranged for her. He had torn her dress which she had worn the previous night.
Ivan's expressions darkened to see Natalie smiling, planning for her company, having a superstar sitting next to her and going on happily with her life with different rich men by her side, with her poor husband on the side.
His grip on the remote tightened, his expressions cold, his eyes blazing with hatred.
Briena stepped out of the bathroom and looked at Ivan, who clearly seemed angry at something.
She glanced at the TV screen and smirked. 'More she acted this way, the more he would feel betrayed and hate her more. He can finally be mine now.'
She walked ahead and knelt next to his chair and caressed his hand, and looked up at him. "Ivan, she is not worth your anger even."