The call

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"Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey.

"What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

"I don't want to be that so-called 'rich wife.' A simple life will be fine for me! But what they did is something I can't shake from my thoughts," Ana exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. With a swift motion, she poured more whiskey down her throat, hoping to drown out the troubling memories.

"Well, you said Richard had no idea about all this, and he asked forgiveness from you. Why don't you just give him a chance?" Phoebe reasoned, her voice laced with empathy. "Besides, you said both of your families made an agreement, which cannot be overlooked. You have no other way but to accept it."

"No, I refuse to give him another chance, and I refuse to be entangled with his fami