Todos os capítulos de DECEIVING WIFE [ENGLISH]: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

"What is this?!" Bridgette demanded, shouting as she burst into her husband's room. She hurled the documents right in front of Philip.His jaw tightened, and he glared at her with fury in his eyes."Can't you read?" he asked casually, though deep restraint was evident across his face."This is ridiculous, Philip! You can't do this to me!" she exclaimed in frustration, pacing back and forth in front of him."Why?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "I already know the truth, and we shouldn't see each other anymore because you're a liar! You bitch!" He pointed an accusing finger at her.She was shocked. Completely paralyzed with shock, her jaw dropped."W-what are you talking about?" Bridgette's eyes darted away nervously."Playing innocent, huh?" he asked, pulling another document from his attaché case and throwing it right in her face."That's the proof. Whether you like it or not, we're getting a divorce!" he yelled, turning his back on her. "Don't make things hard, Bridgette

Chapter IIIBRIDGETTE was already dressed when she stepped out of her room and headed straight to the kitchen. She immediately saw her child eating."Good morning, baby," she greeted with a smile and kissed his cheek.He stopped eating for a moment and smiled back at her. "Good morning, too, Mom," he replied and resumed eating.Trisha put down her spoon. "Where are you going, Ate?" she asked, frowning."We have a shoot today," she answered, picking up a sandwich from the table."I'm leaving now, baby. Be good, okay?" she reminded her son, raising an eyebrow playfully."Of course, Mommy," he replied.She looked at Trisha. "Take care of him. Don't let him go outside the gate. And make sure he takes a nap later."Trisha nodded with a chuckle. "Alright, I'm off. Bye, son." She waved at her son. He blew her a kiss, and she sent one right back.Taking a bite of her sandwich, she immediately turned around to head out. She had already walked out of the gate, but Lyndon was nowhere to be seen.

Trigger Warning: Contains explicit themes (SPG) and depictions of distress.She didn't care about the noisy surroundings. She didn't care if the people around were staring at her.All she knew was that she was angry. She was angry with her father.She had just arrived from a shoot earlier with a smile on her face as she entered their house.However, the moment her feet crossed the front door, she could already hear commotion coming from their living room.She ran inside upon hearing the scream of Trisha, her younger sister.Her sister was holding onto their mother's back while they were seated on the sofa. Her father was standing, massaging his temples."What's happening here?" she asked with a furrowed brow, stepping closer to her mother, who was weeping with her head bowed. Her sister was crying beside her mother as well.Neither of them spoke; they simply looked at her."Trish?" She received no response. "Mom?" Her mother didn't answer either, her sobs merely growing a bit louder.

She let out a deep sigh, unable to sit still.Why did they even have to meet again?Does he already know? But how could he have found out? No one would question it—first and foremost, because Philip married her and stood as a father to her child.Besides, does he even remember her? Then again, judging by the look he gave her earlier, recognition was clearly written all over his face.She was the last to walk out onto the stage. She stepped up, supported by one of their escorts, and as expected, camera flashes went off everywhere, so she simply offered a smile.Her gown was the item being auctioned, so she struck a graceful pose at the front."Whoever becomes the highest bidder will get a date tonight with this very pretty lady, Ms. Bridgette," the emcee announced with a smile, glancing toward her.She was caught off guard—that date was never part of their agreement. She glanced at her manager, who merely shrugged her shoulders and smiled. Well, she figured they didn't tell her because

IXHer child was sitting on her lap when a car suddenly pulled up in front of their house.Looking at the car, she knew who it was. She was surprised at first to have him as a visitor at such an early hour, but she just shrugged her shoulders—perhaps he was worried about her, she thought.A smiling Lyndon stepped out of the luxurious car. He was wearing a simple navy blue V-neck shirt and khaki shorts, paired with white slippers.He was indeed perfect: broad shoulders, a chiseled six-pack abdomen, brown eyes, a pointed nose, and thin, rosy lips.She watched him as he walked toward her and let out a heavy sigh. If only she could teach her heart.It had been a year since she said yes to Lyndon. He had accepted her along with her whole life—or rather, her past and her child.Yet as time went by, she knew deep down that someone else already occupied her heart. Someone she held dear up to this very day.Try as she might to deny it, seeing him again made it feel as though no time had passed