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NADIA'S POV."But nothing!" I cut her off sharply. "You should have called me before I even had to find out from someone else!""I was scared!" Alisha admitted. "I knew you’d be mad! I knew you’d…""Damn right I’m mad!" I shouted."You think you can just mess up and hide like a coward? You think I’d just let this slide?"Alisha whimpered on the other end. "Nadia… I’m sorry.""Sorry doesn’t fix this, Alisha!" I snapped. "Sorry, don't bring me Tammie! Sorry doesn’t erase the fact that I put my trust in you, and you let me down!""I didn’t mean to…""I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU MEANT!" My hands clenched into fists. My nails dug into my palm so hard I could feel the sting."All that matters is what you did! And what you did was NOTHING!""I’ll fix it," she said suddenly, her voice shaking. "I promise, I’ll fix it. Just give me another chance."I let out a slow, mocking chuckle. "Another chance? Do you think this is a game, Alisha? Do you think I’m just handing out second chances?""Nadia, pleas

MAX'S POV.“You’re so desperate to get Richard back, aren’t you? That’s why you started all this in the first place. And now look at you. Look at us. You failed, Nadia. You let him slip through your fingers, and now, he’s with her.”I could almost picture her on the other end, probably pacing, probably seething. But I didn’t care.“And you know what? Since you let them get married, since you let them have their perfect little moment…” I took a slow, deep breath, letting my next words sink in.“Tammie will regret it.”There was silence on the line.Then, I continued. “And since you and I are engaged, our wedding is coming up too.”A sharp gasp rang through the speaker.I smiled.Of course, she hated that.She didn’t want to marry me.She never did.She only used me to make Richard jealous, hoping he’d come crawling back to her. But her little plan backfired.Because now, Richard wasn’t just with Tammie…he was married to her.And Nadia? She was stuck with me.“Max, you can’t be serious,

RICHARD POV.I should have been paying attention. I should have trusted my instincts the first time I heard that sound. It was faint at first, just a subtle creak that blended into the noise of the celebration.But something about it nagged at me, even as I tried to focus on the conversation with my client.“Richard, are you still there?” Philip’s voice crackled through the phone.“I was saying that if we don’t secure the contract by next week, we could lose the deal to our competitors. I need your confirmation on the revised proposal.”I turned slightly, scanning the room, but nothing seemed out of place. The guests were laughing, glasses clinking as they toasted to our happiness.Tammie stood near the cake, her laughter soft and melodic as she dipped a finger into the icing and tasted it.Her eyes sparkled under the glow of the chandelier, her beauty captivating even in the simplest moments.“I hear you, Philip,” I replied, forcing my attention back to the call.“I’ve looked at the

Alright, here we go…I stood there, staring at the empty hallway where Tammie had just stormed off, my mind spinning with confusion.Undies? In our room? How? It made no sense. I knew my servants better than I knew most people.They were loyal, trustworthy, and, more importantly, they feared me enough not to pull a stunt like this.None of them would dare to plant something so scandalous on the floor of my supposed matrimonial bed. So, how did it get there?I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping my lips.This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, or at least that’s what everyone expected it to be. I never imagined I’d be accused of infidelity on my wedding day, and with no chance to defend myself.Tammie didn’t even let me get a word in. Not one. Her mind was made up before she even showed me the so-called evidence.I ran a hand down my face, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. I had done everything I could to make this marriage work, despite the conditions.Ta

TAMMIE'S POV.I stumbled back, my heart pounding as the scene replayed in my mind. The image was seared into my memory…Richard on the couch, his head tilted back, his arm wrapped around her.The woman with bandages. Her head rested on his chest, her body curled into his side, as if she belonged there. As if they belonged together.I turned and fled, my feet moving faster than I could think. The hallway blurred around me, shadows twisting as I raced back to my room.My chest was tight, my throat burning as I forced myself not to scream, not to cry.How dare he? How could he do this to me? On our wedding night, no less.I slammed the door behind me, my back hitting the wood as I struggled to breathe. My hands were shaking, my vision swimming.I felt like I was falling, spiraling out of control, and I didn’t know how to stop it.My knees buckled, and I slid down to the floor, my body trembling as the weight of it all came crashing down. The anger, the confusion, the... pain.Pain.Why di