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Walking closer, she was still doubting herself until she heard the girl's voice say "What about your girlfriend? Didn't you say tonight's your anniversary?" "Who cares about that b* tch? She doesn't know how to please a man, not like you. With you...oh my, I can't get enough of you. She's a workaholic, and after we get married, I'm going to divorce her and take half of her money. Then I'm going to have lots of fun with you" "You're so naughty!" The girl giggled again At this point, her doubts completely faded away and shortly after, all she could hear were screams, "F*ck Nathan!

Hilda was his long lost daughter and the precious second daughter of the Adams Family. Meanwhile, Nathan kept quiet throughout all this. He said nothing, held no press conferences, made no clarifications, and couldn't even be bothered to post anything on Twitter. In contrast, Hilda posted on Twitter every day through 'Aebasa Clemon, describing the lovey dovey married life of a young fangirl and a handsome man who was past his prime. As for Kyle, he made no response either. Besides, his fans were aware of the truth. Little Kitten was his girlfriend. However, she was a big time figure and the longest standing fan among his fan groups. Hence, his fans didn't see anything wrong with the two of t

They welcome us wholeheartedly but my wife receives more love than me. I am abandoned, almost pushed into a corner while I watch them surrounding my wife. Great! They forgot they have a son, too.

Michael suddenly tore his arm from my grasp, pulled out his phone, opened his chatting app, and shoved the screen in Andrew's face. "Look closely. You think I need to chase rich women? The people lining up to date me could wrap around the world three times. My wife alone could beat your so-called rich woman. What the hell are you compared to her?" His contact list showed names like "Mr. Wilbur of Wilbur Corp", "Director Leedon's Daughter", and "Best New Actress". Every name was more glamorous than the last. Pinned at the very top was a contact labeled "My Dear Wife", and the profile picture clearly belonged to Juliana Pearson, the CEO of Halvea's Pearson Group.

"What's going on here?" she asked in perfect Italian, her tone brooking no argument. The officer snapped to attention. "Racheal, this man is demanding to see a prisoner, Abigail Johnson." The woman turned to me, and I felt the ground shift beneath my feet. It was none other than Racheal Williams. My ex-wife. I hadn’t seen her in years, not since the divorce. My mouth and eyes couldn’t help but open widely. She was looking more powerful and confident than I ever remembered.

I shut the phone off and slid it back into my pocket. “Who’s that? One of your girls?” she asked, arching a brow. “Jealousy isn’t one of your good traits,” I said with a scowl. “I’m not jealous. You’re not even my type,” she shot back, rolling her eyes. “Hmm,” I drawled, leaning forward. “Pray, do tell, who is your type, little wife?” She grinned. “Chris Hemsworth.” I gave a humorless chuckle. “Tough luck, Red. Chris Hemsworth is married. And so are you.”

Chloe stepped closer, clutching his arm. “Oh, look. The gold digger is back,” she sneered. Aaron’s brows furrowed. “What is she doing here?” Sofia felt her chest tighten. She took a step forward, voice shaking. “Aaron... it’s me. Sofia. Your wife.” Aaron’s face darkened, his expression hard. “No... you’re not. My wife—my real wife—is standing right here. Chloe.” Sofia felt her breath leave her. “No. She abandoned you! I was the one who stayed! I held your hand after every surgery. I took care of you when no one else would! Please, Aaron... can’t you hear my voice? Remember me?”

(Alexandra) “THAT woman you’ve been glaring at is Michelle Villar, twenty-seven years old. She was last year’s Miss Universe first runner-up and currently works as a runway model in the States. She’s your husband’s ex-girlfriend and among his ‘tremendously famous’ exes, she’s the one who got to be with him for more than a year. I heard that was his longest relationship ever. She was currently having a vacation here and unlike someone I know, when she learned about Luther’s situation, she rushed to his side that there were some people who thought she was his wife.”

bellowed Cindy while we were inside the van, going to our clients' place. "I just remember that line from one of my series," I made an excuse. "I'm fine, right? Don't worry about me." "You seemed not." I turned around behind my chair, and where Harvey was sitting. He was wearing earphones and was busy on his phone so, I think his line was not pertaining to me. "Whether you tell a lie or not, I know you're not okay." "How sure are you-" "Because that line you've mentioned earlier wasn't part of any of your series nor movie." He turned his gaze to me. "I've been a silent fan of yours since your series 'My Husband is a Superstar', your debut series, I think."

"A real man does not cheat on his wife. And not especially when she's one like the one you've got." "Cheating?" Noah had the audacity to look sincerely annoyed. "How dare you accuse me so openly of something you have no proof about. Where in the wide world did you hear about that?" Mr Fursbrough brought out his phone and shoved it in his direction. "You are fairly known by a lot of people, so it is all over the place." Noah looked shocked and went to collect the phone. His left eye twitched in anger as he watched a video of him and Natalia from the night.