Who Are The Main Characters In 'My Husband'S Perfect Lies'?

Valarie Blackrose, the heiress of Blackrose Empire, had it all' she was beautiful, rich, courageous and had loving parents who pampered her endlessly. But because of her disability, she became cold by nature and chased away any man who dared come close to her Her parents, desperate to see her happy, secretly offered a business marriage contract to any man from a respected family who could win her heart. ~~~ Scott Foster I had a plan, After cutting ties with my asshole of a father I was going to start a company of my own and prove to him that I wasn’t worthless. But what if things aren’t going as planned, worse of all I find myself in deep debt, I’m desperate and Valarie Blackrose might be my only way out Never in my life did I think I’d stoop so low as to deceive someone like Valarie, but desperation changes everything All morality flies out the window when a desperate father offers me a contract that could be the solution to all my problems, But there’s just one catch though, I have to marry his disabled daughter, keep her happy, and make sure she never finds out about the contract Make her fall in love with me, marry her then divorce her with an excuse It was supposed to be as simple as that" But never had I expected I would end up falling in love with her, I got too greedy not for her wealth but for her love, now dark forces threaten to expose the very truth that could lead me to lose her Will I be able to fight them all and get our happy ending or will our love end in tears and hatred

I pleaded with my husband Cedric Fleetham over and over, and finally, he agreed to take our daughter camping in the mountains for her birthday. When I found her late the next night, she was already gone. She lay at the foot of the mountain, her tiny hand still clutching a drawing of our family. As I knelt beside her, my heart shattered. Meanwhile, Cedric was busy updating his social media. His post read, [You and our daughter are my treasures,] and it was accompanied by a photo, where he stood beside his childhood sweetheart and held hands with another little girl, watching the sunset. And there, in the corner of the picture, was a tiny hand—my daughter’s hand. The cruelest truth of all was that my daughter took that photo.

I fell in love with the nanny's son. After boldly pursuing him, he reluctantly agreed to marry me. But I never expected his young lover to storm into my home like a madwoman, prying my mouth open to pour scalding water down my throat, pressing me into a sink full of dirty water, and finally pushing me down the stairs. My husband stood by my hospital bed, looking at my broken body with disdain. "Irene, every moment with you makes me sick," he spat, barely able to hide his impatience for my death. Yet, when I finally died, he sobbed uncontrollably in public, playing the role of the devoted, heartbroken husband. "Irene, don't leave me! You have no idea how much I wanted to die with you!" At that, I spoke softly from behind him. "Is that so?"

During the Thanksgiving holiday, my mother-in-law Mary came to visit us from Ohio. I took her to my husband Liam's new spa in Manhattan, Apropos. We enjoyed a basic facial treatment together, which I had purchased for $9.90 on an e-commerce platform. Right after the treatment, the beautician slapped a high-priced package down in front of us. She glanced at us contemptuously and said: "Do you really think you can enjoy our premium services with a $9.90 coupon?Stop kidding. You two look like you’re here to freeload. A single facial here costs thousands of dollars. This isn’t some free trial for cheapskates like you." I suppressed my anger and said coldly: “We have already paid for the basic treatment. How can you call this taking advantage for free?. Go get your manager.” A flashy woman walked over. Her arms were crossed. She looked down her nose at us. “I’m the Boss lady of this place.You and this old hag are just trying to get something for free, aren’t you? Let me be clear. You're buying this five-thousand-dollar hydration treatment today. Or you're not walking out that door.” A five-thousand-dollar hydration treatment? So this was it. This was why Liam suddenly got into the beauty industry. He didn't open a spa. He opened a scam shop to bankroll his mistress. I was about to call Liam, but she beat me to it, dialing a number. “Darling, you need to get down to the spa, right now. I've got a couple of hicks from the sticks making a scene, trying to get free services!”

A perfect crime should stay hidden. But what if the evidence comes back with a smile brighter than the sun and an eyes colder Frost. He planed her destruction as a bet. She was graped, her nudes posted all around. Her father company went under and her mother committed suicide while laying curses on her. She was dragged down until she jumped and died. But now, the people who ruined her are all very happy, how can she rest in peace? People believe in rebirth or reincarnation but she doesn't. She clawed her way to the top. How will the perpetrator feel when they realise that they fallen too deep into her trap to stand again? She has nothing to lose but they have everything to lose. Money killed her and family, ruined her to the last. Now manipulation,greed and a perfectly measured innocence can ruin her enemies for good. She doesn't care of she has to lose her life for it.

I accidentally saw a notification pop up on my husband’s phone saying that an automatic transfer had been completed when I was using it for navigation. Immediately after that, his ex-girlfriend, Wanda Blake, sent him a message on WhatsApp: [I’ve received this month’s 10,000 dollars for child support. Thank you, Koah. I don't know what I would have done without you.] I froze. “Child support? “Koah, you told me that the money you send every month was for medical expenses for your mother’s treatment!” Koah Quinn’s expression stiffened as he explained, “Honey, don’t misunderstand. I just felt that life has become really hard for her because she’s a woman raising a child on her own. Her ex-husband refuses to pay child support, so I wanted to help her out…” I touched the old watch on my wrist. The one I had not replaced in years to save money, and felt extremely disappointed. “Your monthly salary is only 6,000 dollars. Where did you get so much money to send her?” He was silent for some time before finally admitting. “I used the money we had set aside for the new house’s downpayment.” I was stunned. He had taken the money my parents had scrimped and saved for decades for me as downpayment for a home and then transferred it to his ex-girlfriend as child support.