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After a moment passed, Peach pulled away from her mother's embrace, wiping her tears away and smiling brightly, but she felt a great sense of embarrassment as she chuckled nervously, mumbling, "How did you stay married to papa for so long... and how did you make him have eyes... only for you, umm... Also, how did you know papa still loved you after so many years of being together..." Averting her eyes away from her mother, for a moment, she continued to laugh awkwardly and scratch the back of her head shyly, and mumbled, "When he got mad at you, how did you keep the peace? Did he ever get sick of being together with you?" "Peach, honey," Miss Grace giggled, placing one hand on Peach's cheek

Maria sighed, “They love each other but they aren’t destined to be together. Both of them are married.” “I don’t understand. If they are married, they should live together,” I muttered. The more she explained, the more I got confused. “They are married but not to each other,” she pointed out. “What!” I exclaimed. “Keep your voice down,” she muttered helplessly. I began to whisper, “So you mean they are cheating on their partners right now?” “Yes,” Maria nodded. “But I believe their partners know about both of them. Their situation isn’t entirely logical.” “Of course, it isn’t,” I affirmed. I began to look around now. “Who are you looking for?” Maria asked curiously.

Mario is focused on his phone, typing on his screen as Adrian stares at him. "How is it going?" Adrian asked. Mario let out a sigh. "Pretty well. Ish." He said without looking at Adrian. "How are you?" Adrian asked. Mario looked at him. Adrian awaited an answer. "Oh, you really want to know?" Mario asked. Adrian didn't respond. "I didn't know you were that concerned about me. You have a girlfriend that makes you very happy," Mario said, smiling. Adrian kept staring at him. "The one you stole from me," Mario said, frowning.

On his way to the toilet, Mario said over his shoulder, “You will not be working there anymore, my love.” I didn’t want to strain my vocal cords, so I waited for him to return. I glowered at him when he reappeared. “Well, why? And why didn’t you let me know?" Mario shrugged. “It makes sense since you’re going to be a Princeton.” “So I get married to you and end up being a doormat? Is that what you’re hoping for? You make all the decisions, and I follow along?” Mario’s expression dipped. “You just slipped this diamond ring, worth more than everything I have ever earned, without even asking me to marry you!”

Antonio pulled me back to his side as he said, “I needed to bring my wife back, Mario, without wasting another goddamn second.” Mario’s eyes widened and I held up my hand to show him the ring. He looked surprised and almost choked out, “You got married, without me?!” Oh my god, I never thought that Mario would also want to be part of our wedding. Considering he had been nothing but a father to Antonio, he definitely would want to be. Antonio and I shared a glance and he said, “We will get married soon, Mario, so don’t worry you can have your time rankling me with each preparation detail of the wedding however much you want.”

"That's why I told you that no matter what you do, you're wasting your time trying to get him to come here to save me." Mario shook his head. "You're a really poor woman. Apart from not remembering you anymore. He also forgets about the truth in your marriage." he turned his back to Selene. Selene frowned. "W-What truth?" Mario rolled his eyes and returned his gaze to Selene. He takes a few seconds to begin speaking. "You're not really married; all the papers he showed you were forgeries...But it's okay, right? It won't hurt too much because he's not your real husband."

“Come on, Mario, let’s go now before it gets late.” “Let’s go, Honey,” Mario replied, holding her hand affectionately as they headed to the elevator. Mery watched the age-gap couple with curiosity. After all, the receptionist had said Mario was Ms. Inez’s husband. Actually, they made a nice pair, Ms. Inez looked so youthful.

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

"I can imagine how happy you are, Mario. Now that Emily is out of her coma." His expression barely concealed his surprise. They thought I didn’t know? I had known for a long time that they were secretly dating. "Maybe it's time to plan your wedding alongside Ariana’s christening," I teased. Mario and Emily’s eyes widened. "How the hell…" "No need to hide anymore," I interrupted with a chuckle. "You have my blessings." Emily opened her mouth to say something, but Mario quickly grabbed her hand. "Let’s go, Emy, before he changes his mind."

Across the screen: [Aurora Aragona is already married to Marco Medici. Then Medici Corp's official account dropped the hammer: [Mr. Ricci, calling another man's wife "honey" is a stretch, don't you think?] Within minutes, the internet had receipts—our marriage certificate, straight off the Medici Corp site. Boom. Chaos. Paolo lost it. He shot up, screaming at the camera: "No! Impossible! Aurora is my wife! This is bigamy!!" He scrambled for our old marriage certificate—came up empty.