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Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

“Kevin’s unstable right now. I’m not taking chances.” We eat in the living room, the news playing on mute in the background. My interview notification pings at exactly midnight. EXCLUSIVE: Charlotte Hayes Breaks Her Silence on Marriage to Kevin Anders: “It Was a Transaction, and I Was the One Being Bought” Rhys reaches over and takes my hand. “You ready?” “As I’ll ever be.” We read through it together. Comments start pouring in immediately. Finally, someone calling out these rich assholes for who they really are.

Her eyes turned cold staring at him and her question sounded more of a complaint to Christian, but he ignored it. “I don’t know. I don’t even know how my wife looks,” He laughed as he exhaled deeply and Mishka smirked. She took a sip of her coffee, glaring at him through dark brown eyes. “What’s her name?” She asked as she wanted to know what clues led Christian to New York. “All I know, she is a famous writer, Scarlett,” He said, as he kept the mug on the railing and Mishka choked on her coffee, coughing badly.

“Besides that, I think my uncle and I both agree to let my dad rest in peace. “Right.” I agreed. “Please help me because I’m not following you anymore. Do you want him to reveal himself or not?” “I do.” Christian sighed. “But not to everyone, just to me.” “I see. We’ll find a way. We always do.” I reassured Christian while I stared into his eyes. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he introduced me to everyone. He called me his wife, and he didn’t even let out a single stutter. “Why did you introduce me to everyone as your wife?” I finally addressed the situation. “Because you don’t look like my fiancée, you look my wife.” Christian chuckled. “We’re going to get married anyway, so what’s the

Ivan let me go awkwardly, apologized, and took his leave as well. I was not upset or hurt. On the contrary, I was elated. Jonas must have really lost his head if he forgot about the surveillance cameras in our house. I was not going to turn down perfectly serviceable evidence. Since he refused to part on good terms, I had no choice but to make things ugly. I could not wait for them to come back to me, begging. … Jonas, Celine, and I were trending. Someone leaked a huge secret: The award-winning actor Jonas Yves had been secretly married for eight years. Celine was a home-wrecker, getting in the way of his marriage with a commoner.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

They said Zeon as the heir needed the authentic elite education, and I couldn't give him that when my family had been already bankrupt many years ago. And my husband? He never had any say in it. I once tried to discuss this with Christian, but he was always busy in the company, and I was never allowed to meet him there. My identity as his wife had never been open to the public. The anxiety of being separated from my son was enough to drive me crazy. Just before I was about to risk breaking the rules, Christian suddenly showed up in our bedroom two months ago. I didn't have time to say anything before he pinned me eagerly to the bed. We had sex again. I took it as a good sign. However, Christ

Her tone flared with anger, her chest rising and falling quickly. I twisted my fingers in my lap. “Uhm… actually… it’s Christian Reed. My husband.” The words burned coming out. Her eyes widened as though I’d just spoken another language. “What?” she hissed. “Elizabeth, are you joking with me right now? Your husband is the man who knocked you up five years ago? Make me understand—please.” “The man I slept with at the masked party… it turned out to be Christian. I didn’t know then. I only found out recently, when he came to see me at work.” My throat tightened with each word.

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.