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Sarah "Just kidding!" Jakob's grin widened as he spoke. My immediate impulse was to kick him. "You nearly gave me a heart attack with that joke! I'm not in the mood, and I'm sleepy," I grumbled. Jakob chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. "You get laid lately?" Before I could protest, he added, "Don't deny it; I can read you like a book. Your cheeks always give it away when you lie. And those marks on your skin? Pretty incriminating." I hastily adjusted the car mirror, scrutinizing my neck and arms for any signs of love marks. Alas, nothing but smooth skin! "You're such a jerk." He laughed, seemingly delighted with himself. "Who knew catching you red-handed would be this easy, doll? But seriously, didn't you say you were done with your husband?" I let out a tired sigh, gazing out the window. "Philip and I... it's just impossible." "Why's that?" "Because he hurt me," I explained, a tinge of sadness creeping into my voice. "He treated me disrespectfully as his wife an
Philip Sarah's escape has left me in a foul mood, and I have reprimanded several employees in the office because of it. I issued a strict deadline to my team, sending them into a frenzy as they scrambled to meet it. Josh has lost his utility as a pawn in my game against Sarah; her apparent fearlessness rendered him useless as leverage. "Boss, it appears Mr. Amir Benner knew Madam Sarah before your marriage," Alex interjected, drawing my attention. I looked up, intrigued, awaiting Alex's explanation. "Ms. Jessica Woods and Madam Sarah attended the same university before Madam Sarah relocated to Highland Hills. That's the extent of our findings." "So, you're saying they could've been fighting over the same guy, and that guy's Amir?" I grimaced as I asked. "No, Boss! Please don't entertain such thoughts. You are far more dignified and handsome than him," Alex reassured hastily. Alex seemed determined to alleviate my mood, but his words failed to stir any emotion within me
Sarah I wore a reversible design long dress. Since I always wear black, the dress I ordered has a black garment inside. I had a hunch Jessica was brewing up some drama, aiming to cast me as the villainous sister-in-law. Yet, her swiftness in action caught me off guard; I had anticipated a more theatrical display, perhaps in front of a larger audience. As the door to the extension room swung open, Jessica, her cronies, and her mother stood dumbfounded at the sight of me in my elegant black dress. Amir's distress was palpable as his eyes met mine. The contrast of my current attire against the white he had seen earlier clearly didn't mind him. Amir, being the traditionalist he is, doesn't place much weight on appearances, a trait perhaps explaining Jessica's lack of genuine affection for him. "That's impossible! Amir, Sarah was wearing white just moments ago. You remember, don't you?" Jessica's words stumbled out, tinged with jealousy evident in her gaze. Despite my current choice
Sarah Mr. Reynolds' attempt to evade the attention of the two unfamiliar men who had entered the bar area caught me off guard. "Ms. Sarah, that new guy, he's the one the wedding planner said is Ms. Jessica's affair partner! The one with the brooding vibe," Mr. Reynolds whispered urgently. Glancing at Philip, I lowered my voice. "Aren't they models from your company?" Philip seemed unfazed. "I only deal with my father, the shareholders, or Alex at the company. But that's beside the point! Why does it concern you if they're cheating—" I quickly muffled Philip's words before someone could reach prying ears in the bar area. "You're being annoying!" I scolded him. Mr. Reynolds' phone interrupted us as it rang, then he discreetly excused himself. "Ms. Sarah, the boss needs me urgently. The event starts in an hour. Everyone should be at the hall," he informed before leaving me alone with Philip. "What's your connection with Amir Benner?" Philip's tone held a trace of irritat
Sarah Jessica and her groomsman lover were hurrying back to the mansion. The people in the hall gasped, their attention turning towards Jessica as they whispered amongst themselves. "Gosh! This story is exciting!" I heard from one reporter. Could she be any more foolish? She invited nearly every TV station in the city to this event, which she dubs the 'wedding of the year' gathering! It's all about her craving social media fame and flaunting Amir's supposed grand gestures. She's acting like she's Kim K or something! Jessica spotted me near the entrance of the event hall. Her attention then shifted to her own image illuminated on the large projector, and she gasped, recoiling in terror. A swift scan of her surroundings heightened her fear as she noticed the drone ominously trailing behind her. I furrowed my brow in confusion, puzzled by the unfamiliar drone; mine is a hexacopter. Apart from me, there are others eager to expose Jessica's antics! But who could they be? Suddenly, Je
Philip Sarah's relationship with Amir left me perplexed. Despite her insistence that it was not romantic, I couldn't shake the nagging question of how she became pregnant when she asked for a breakup. The thought of me being the father of her child sent shivers down my spine. And why, if I were the father, would she seek a divorce? Was there an abortion involved? What secrets was Sarah concealing? 'Philip, your lack of care for her may be the root cause,' my conscience echoed, offering a possible explanation. Feeling unsettled, I resolved to delve deeper into the matter. The puzzle pieces didn't align— those I had gathered, the scenes I had witnessed, and the information I got from Ethan. My mother's interference in Sarah's affairs added another layer of complexity. Perhaps that held the key to unraveling the truth. Surveying the scene with the drone, I caught sight of Sarah engaged in conversation with Bronn Martin. A surge of frustration gripped me, witnessing Bronn's prote
Sarah Fear dissolved into oblivion the moment his lips met mine, drowned in the familiar scent of Philip that enveloped me. As he reluctantly withdrew, his gaze lingered on my lips, his thumb delicately tracing their contours. Then, I shivered as his hand found its place on my buttocks, tenderly caressing, igniting a sensation that defied description. "Philip," I exclaimed, my eyebrow twitching with frustration. "That's my ass!" "I know," he replied, unmoving. "Move!" Instead of conceding, Philip leaned his head on my shoulder, his arms enveloping me. Confusion and shock swirled within me as he unexpectedly became clingy, his hold tightening, his sadness palpable. "I just wanted to be close to you," he murmured. "Reflecting on our time together, I can see the mistakes I've made, each one a painful reminder of my shortcomings. I know I'm far from perfect, and perhaps that's why we find ourselves in this predicament. Just saying 'sorry' doesn't seem enough to make things right."
Sarah Philip cast a glance at the pink car tailing us. "Hmm... Who could that be?" he inquired calmly. "I'm not sure," I responded, stepping on the accelerator. I noticed the pink car matching our speed, confirming my suspicion that it was tailing us. "Do you have a lot of enemies you can't even recognize who's trailing us?" he queried once more. "It's as if you're implying I have a bad attitude," I retorted, pressing harder on the gas pedal. That pink car wouldn't outmaneuver me when it came to driving. Philip extracted his cellphone from his pocket, dialing Assistant Alex's number. "I need answers, now. Find out who owns that car with the license plate..." He recited the plate number to Alex. I sped on, the adrenaline coursing through my veins, until the pink car vanished from view, swallowed by the twists and turns of the road. Three agonizing minutes later, Philip's phone buzzed with a response. "According to Alex, the owner of that pink car is Jessica Woods," Philip annou