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Just as I was about to twist the door knob, I heard her voice. “Wait," she whispered calmly. I turned around and looked at her. "...you're Killian’s wife... aren't you?" she asked raising her head to meet my gaze. I clenched my jaw as burning in my throat returned. My chest tightened with awful reality as I nodded. “…I am…." She smiled deliberately. "And you are?" I asked curiously. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She seemed hesitant for a second before she answered. “I... a….” she whispered as age stared at the window. “I knew his mother..." she looked at me. "My name is Rachel.”

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

As for what those people thought, she didn't care, after all, besides Karissa and them, no one knew who Charlene really was. Looking at Karissa's reply now, Charlotte couldn't help but reflect on whether she used to be too passive. It seems like there was a little bit. The phone vibrated again, it was a message from Karissa: "Not bothering you anymore, Charlene. I'm getting ready now! Ahh, so happy!" Charlotte replied with an emoji, then exited the chat conversation with Karissa and opened Elizabeth's conversation. In the dialogue box, Elizabeth sent her a screenshot. Charlotte opened it and was surprised to find a gossip article that said, "The Chairman of the Splendid Group, disregarding h

Charlie stood behind Amelia with one hand resting on the back of her chair, as though that space already belonged to him, as though he had already chosen where his future lay. Evelyn lowered her bag slowly onto the floor, her fingers loosening around the handle. “What happened now?” she asked. Her father didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he threw the newspaper onto the table with enough force to make it slide toward her. The front page was impossible to ignore. HEIRESS PARALYZED BY JEALOUS SISTER. Beneath the headline, a photograph captured Amelia in a wheelchair, tears streaking down her face while Charlie shielded her from a crowd of reporters outside the hospital.

“Rather than to persuade you, I am going to beg you. My wife has a bad temper, but she has made great contributions to my family over time. Without her, my business wouldn’t be running so smoothly. Everyone knows that my wife helps me a lot, and people admire me for having such an amazing wife. What’s more, as a couple, we have a good relationship and have always gotten along well, except for the difference in opinion when it comes to Charles’s wedding.” “Dad… I’m sorry…” Mr. Thomas stopped her again. “It is not your fault, please just hear me out. I have been with my wife for over thirty years now, she has done many things for me. I always spoiled her and compromised with her, even when she