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“Jeremy Whitman, that’s my wife.” Ryan gave a light reply. It was one that set off an explosion within Jeremy. He then reached out for Ryan’s collar again. His bloodthirsty eyes glared harder into the man. “She’s my wife!” Jeremy spat the words out as the frosty aura between his brows grew. It was evident how displeased and in pain he was at the fact that Madeline was technically still Mrs. Jones. “She used to be yours, but everyone in Glendale right now knows that Eveline Montgomery is my legal wife. Not to mention that Eveline and I have already copulated as well. Or did you forget that?” Ryan replied, unfazed. He was trying to trigger Jeremy again.

Cameron had gone pale but was already moving, signaling to event staff to cut the feed. Ronan tensed beside her, his hand instinctively twitching as if he wanted to reach for her but knew better in front of this audience. The weight of every stare pressed down on them both. The video continued to loop on the giant screen, the passionate embrace playing again and again for the entire ballroom to see, the accusatory caption burning bright above it. “So the CEO Destiny Morgan really is having an affair with a married man.”

Spencer looked Liam at Liam who seemed annoyed. Liam’s voice grew sharper, almost desperate. “Look, Mr. CEO or whoever the hell you really are behind that mask, I’m only going to ask one more time—take Monica off your company. Fire her. Drop her. Whatever you have to do. She’s my wife and I don't want her on the runway.” Spencer didn’t answer right away. Monica, still hidden beneath the desk, clenched her fists in her lap. Wife.

At that moment, Damon was looking at his phone to write her a few things about what she should eat as a pregnant woman. When he saw the WhatsApp notification, he tapped it open. It was an interview from a media platform that had grown popular recently. In the video, Celeste was just like any woman who dreamed of marrying into a rich family. She expressed her utmost admiration for her husband to the reporter. She said that her child's name would be decided by her husband and that she'd have four children just for her husband's sake. She was proud to be Damon's wife.

She said, "Oh, sorry. I keep forgetting Mister Thompson's number one rule." "Sorry about that," Shantelle apologized. "Oh, you don't have to worry about me. I don't swing that way," Mona chuckled at Evan. She winked at Shantelle, saying, "Doctor Shant is more of my type." Shantelle froze, and Evan quickly wrapped an arm around his Wifey, saying, "Sorry, Mona, my wife is taken... BY ME." Mona laughed boisterously. She excused herself, saying, "I better get back to implementing the best wedding of the century. Excuse me, Mister and Mrs. Thompson. Don't forget to send me the final guest list! And! Pre-nuptial pictorials tomorrow!"

"Please, have a seat." She sat down, her expression a mixture of curiosity and caution. "Now, tell me a bit about yourself," I said, my tone light and friendly. "I'd like to know more about the woman who's going to be playing the role of my wife." She cleared her throat, "I'm not like those fancy girls on I*******m who can snap their fingers and get what they want," she said, her voice strong and confident. "I don't come from a wealthy background. My name is Selena Gardner, as I said before. My sister and my grandmother are the only family I have."

All because she had decided to follow Hunter. Dave took the phone back and waited quietly while Emily continued to cry, more openly now that she had needed the call. Five minutes later, Emily calmed down, took the tissue Dave had earlier offered, used it to wipe her tears and asked in a hoarse voice, “Can I borrow the social media account of your cousin’s company?” Star Entertainment Network (Sen) was owned by Dave's cousin, Francis Stern, and to promote his company's artists, Francis had lots of Social Media accounts and each had a large following. Thankfully, Francis was well acquainted with Emily and they had almost dated once.

between Troy Roger and her. A dull pain rushes over Nina Morrison's heart. Jasmine Harris has been watching Lucien Gray's expression. She is relieved to see that there is nothing unusual on his face. Seeing Nina Morrison explains, she smiles sarcastically, "Nina Morrison, are you so eager to be married? Dean Williams is married. His child is four or five years old. And his wife is the mayor's daughter. It is impossible for you to become Mrs. Williams!"

“For years, my name wasn’t part of Damon Thorne’s story. I was erased from the picture by design” The room quieted. “What most people don’t know,” she continued, “is that I was Damon’s wife long before the cameras ever found him. Before the headlines. Before the scandals. We had a son. A family. And then… everything was taken from us”. She paused, steadying her breath. “There was an accident. A carefully planned one. Damon lost his memory. And those responsible used that moment to write me and our son out of his life. Celeste Whitmore was placed at his side. A woman chosen not by fate or love, but by legacy. By manipulation”.

"I knew you’d be here! I knew you still had feelings for me!" People around us turned to look, murmuring quietly. I frowned and tried to pull my arm free. "Ms. Watson, please show some respect." She froze. Then tears flooded her eyes instantly. "Ms. Watson? You’re calling me Ms. Watson? Cameron, it’s me—Caitlin! Your wife—the one you loved most! I know I was wrong, I really do! "These past six months have been hell. My dad’s paralyzed, my mom yells at me every day, I can’t even find a job…