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However, instead of Wilson returning, I got a call from my mother-in-law, ready to lay into me. I did not even get a chance to share my news before she lashed out, saying, "You useless woman! You can't even keep your man; you're no better than a hen that doesn't lay eggs!" The call ended with her sending me a screenshot from Wilson's social media. The moment I saw the photo, my heart stopped. There was my husband, arms wrapped around another woman like she was the only person in the world. I bit my tongue and waited out the six long months until I could get a paternity test. As soon as I had the results, I texted Wilson.

She had never touched a camera in her life, and the phone she owned had such poor camera quality that she never took pictures with it! "My wife could not sit back knowing that my reputation was being attacked by some sneaky person. She noticed that whoever this person was, they were trying to suggest to the world that I am a shady man who isn't loyal in relationships. Yet that isn't true. I am married, I will remain loyal to my wife, and I love my wife."

In my hands, I cradle a cherished photograph, the image of a woman who forever changed my life. The photograph captures my late wife's radiant smile, her eyes filled with warmth and love. A pang of nostalgia washes over me as I trace the contours of her face, my heart heavy with the weight of her absence. But amidst the melancholy, a glimmer of hope emerges, fueled by the presence of another remarkable woman in my life—Abigail.

Everyone was watching Daniel and still busy neutralizing their shock. "You have no right to talk like that about Audrey!" he continued with emphasis and emotion. Abraham let out a long breath. "Why not? That's the reality, isn't it? That woman is not married but has children. It's obvious how bad her character is." "Audrey is my wife, Grandpa. We're not divorced yet! I won't stand by if any of you bother or hurt her!"

Somehow, she was ready to strike back against the hatred his jealous wife had for her. The woman seemed to want to guard Blake Knight, her husband, with whatever she's got, but Abigail was ready to steal it. Have sex with Blake and taunt Ursula with it and still go on to make her life miserable after putting an end to Blake. Ursula would be nothing without her husband after all. And maybe she would come begging her after she became millions richer. "Back to the vacation. Please do grant it. It's been a long time since we both saw our mum. And surprisingly, I'm sick of New York already." Abigail said in conclusion.

"They're here." My stomach dropped. And there she was. Abigail strutted in like she owned the place, wrapped in a red dress that left zero to the imagination. Her gaze flicked over me—quick, dismissive—before locking onto Rolin with a smirk that said 'really?' Rolin's arm banded around my waist before she could speak. "My wife." Abigail's mask slipped for half a second. "Charmed," she purred, syrup-sweet. Then—the bitch actually went there. "Weren't you married to Alex Moreau?"

Those marks. My inner sight was laughing so hard and a huge smile grew on my face. "Ohh, Its seems like you proved yourself a characterless person," Chandra said and Abhi started laughing loudly. "Hahahahhahaa, Seems like someone caught fire... by the way... Not characterless Chandra. That was my right... I am the rightful wife of King Rajvardhan and I must tell I am the luckiest one" Abhi said while sitting at the edge of the bed and I could see Chandra's burning face through the corner of my eyes as his sight fell on sleeping me.

Anger surged when he thought of one of his daughters trapped in a marriage with a sadistic monster. Abdul had spotted Sharon in Istanbul when at the tender age of seventeen she’d traveled through Europe on a student holiday. He’d pursued the kid aggressively and hadn’t stopped until she was an indoctrinated wife. They’d climbed up the terrorist watch list after moving from South Sudan to the States three years ago.

She continued with her cooking with joy, and letting the chef help her in the preparation. Astrid was married to the Wade family. One of the most powerful families in Los Angeles, she was like a trophy in the household. She was the beautiful golden madam who flawlessness captured the heart of her employees. Compared to other women, she was tall and built with qualities that every man wanted. However, that was not the same for her husband. He was cold hearted and domineering. Never for once has he paid attention to his wife. Yet, she loved him to the moon and back. There was nothing more joyous than to be married to your childhood crush.

she whined, slightly pushing Lola away. "Who are you? What are you doing.." "Babee…" she called out, Lola followed her eyes to see Adriel walking down the stairs. "Adriel?" He looked at her then removed his gaze from hers and fixed it on the strange lady that just walked in calling her supposed husband babe. "Jadel.." he called with mixed feelings, She looked up at him, chewing on her gum with less poise, she then turned to Lola, looking intently at her. "Who's this babe? Your supposed wife?" She asked, Lola, felt disrespected.