บททั้งหมดของ The Secret Wife: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

As we pulled up to the store, my assistant, Sarah, hurriedly approached me with a mix of relief and concern evident on her face. Her dedication and loyalty shone through as she rushed to my side without hesitation."Ma'am, we're so glad you could make it immediately," my assistant said, her voice tinged with urgency. "We've been trying to assess the situation, but it's quite devastating."I followed my assistant gaze and turned to look at the once vibrant fashion store that now stood before me. The sight was heart-wrenching. The flames had consumed a significant portion of the building, leaving charred remnants of what was once a bustling and beautiful space. The scent of smoke lingered in the air, a stark reminder of the destruction that had taken place.The damages were extensive, but I felt a surge of gratitude that the fire hadn't spread to engulf the entire building. It was a small comfort in the face of such devastation. The determination to rebuild and restore our fashion ha

As we stepped out of the vehicle and onto the grand entrance of the mansion, a sense of tranquility enveloped me."We'd leave first thing tomorrow morning, get some rest" Cullen said."Alright then" I replied.Cullen's words about leaving early the next morning echoed in my mind, reminding me of the busy day ahead. I longed for a moment of respite, a chance to rejuvenate my weary body and mind.Cullen's driver opened the doors of the vehicle, and Cullen extended his arm towards me, a gesture of support and care. Grateful for his presence, I placed my hand in his and stepped out of the car."Brielle, leave the bags. The maids will take care of them. Let's just go inside," Cullen suggested, his tone reassuring.I nodded in agreement, leaving the burden of the shopping bags behind. It was a relief not to worry about carrying them upstairs. Together, we made our way towards the entrance of the mansion.As we crossed the threshold, a sense of tranquility washed over me. The cool air ins

As I spoke those words to Evie, a pang of guilt coursed through me. I knew that by keeping the truth about Drew from her, I was inadvertently causing her pain. But the fear of losing both Evie and Cullen simultaneously overwhelmed me. I was caught between the consequences of my actions and the desire to hold onto the fragments of what I had built.Deep down, I yearned for a resolution, a way to make things right without sacrificing the love and security that Cullen provided. I wrestled with the conflicting emotions that tore at my heart. I couldn't bear the thought of losing Evie, my dear friend, but I also couldn't imagine a life without the stability that Cullen offered.I realized that I had to confront the choices I had made and the consequences they carried. The web of lies and deceit was suffocating me, and I knew that in order to find peace within myself and salvage any chance of healing the relationships around me, I had to face the truth.Evie's voice filled with concern i

Sat on my bed and carefully selected my favorite moisturizer, massaging it into my skin, allowing its delicate fragrance to fill the air. I then moved on to applying a light, natural makeup look that enhanced my features without overpowering them. A touch of mascara, a hint of blush, and a swipe of lip gloss were all I needed to achieve a radiant and effortless glow.As I brushed my hair, its strands cascading smoothly through the bristles, I considered how fortunate I was to have Carla's assistance.I knew she had already organized my styling equipment and hair spray, which awaited me downstairs. With a final touch of hair serum to add a subtle shine, I felt satisfied with my appearance.Stepping away from the mirror, I slipped into the black two-piece jogger and hoodie set that I had laid out earlier. Its soft fabric embraced my body, providing both comfort and a stylish edge. I completed the look with the blue Louis Vuitton slippers and matching bag, their luxurious allure add

Going back a bit.. here's how it played out,The bustling atmosphere of the airport filled the air as I disembarked from the private jet after recovering my phone, I hurried to meet up with Cullen. Our footsteps echoing through the terminal. I followed closely behind him, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through my veins. Little did I know that the next few moments would shatter my world and send my heart into a whirlwind of chaos.As we approached a group of individuals standing near the arrival gate, my eyes fixated on the figure standing in the center. My breath caught in my throat, and my steps faltered as recognition dawned upon me. It was Ignacio, my Spanish husband, whom I had left behind in Spain under the pretense of starting a fashion line in New York.Cullen, unaware of the connection between Ignacio and me, approached him with a welcoming smile. "Ignacio, meet my wife, Brielle," he introduced, his voice filled with pride and affection. My heart raced, an