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Emma froze for a moment, her eyes filling with pure despair. "Now, your wish has come true. You are indeed on your knees. But I don't give a damn anymore." I straightened my tie and turned to walk toward the venue hall. "Ms. Sutton, please have this irrelevant person removed. I don't want to see her at any medical events in the future." "As you wish, Dr. Cooper." Emma's heart-wrenching cries and the sounds of her struggling as she was dragged away echoed behind me. "Michael, how can you be so cruel? I'm your wife! We've been together for seven years!"

Daniel smirks, “The messages I gave you were real. He probably deleted them or used a burner phone. Everything he said to that cheap skank in the messages about you, he said to others. You call me vile, but look at how your husband treats you. You can hate me, but I pity you. A woman from a humble background is enduring a great deal to join an elite circle. What’s really sad is that you aren’t doing for yourself, but your dad. You were sacrificed to save Max’s poor image.” “Enough,” Max says sharply. He ushers me behind him, “I love my wife. I love her in a way I have never felt for anyone. Assassinate my character, start rumors, I don’t care. But leave Ellie alone. She doesn’t need the stre

We talked for another hour and by the time she finished talking I had more on Silas Moretti than Dante had managed to find in two weeks of looking. When the conversation reached a natural end she reached for her bag and I signaled for the bill. "One more thing," I said. She looked at me. "The woman," I said. "She is my wife." Something moved across her face. Quick and complicated. "Your wife?" "She has been spending considerable time at his penthouse," I said as her pale eyes held mine. "She seems to matter to him," I said. "More than the others apparently." Ulla looked at me for a long time without speaking. The hostess brought the bill and I paid it without looking at it and when the hoste

He could not let the little fairy fall into a mishap. Darryl raised his head and answered in a snap, "Uh… she is my wife." "Pfft..." The little fairy blushed. She spat at Darryl and protested, "Who’s your wife?" Darryl was too shameless, he was really bad! Darryl let out a sly laugh and said to Sloan, “Sister Sloan, I'm sorry. My wife has a bad temper and she often fights with me. What a shame to be doing that in front of you."

Not only would it have caused an uproar, it would have also caused a huge embarrassment and mockery for me because there was no way they would have believed I was Sorin's wife when the whole world knew his girlfriend to be Daisy Cole and also our wedding was not announced publicly. "What?" She said when she realized I stopped talking and she couldn't get what I said earlier. "Ehmmm…. I'm Andrea Miles. Nice to meet you too." I quickly responded and they both smiled. As I was about to go on with my business in the wash area, Sylvia's eyes fell on my left hand and she saw my wedding ring sitting pretty on my left ring finger. "Oh my God! Is that a wedding ring?" Sylvia exclaimed with her eyes w

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

As soon as the words left Ross's mouth, Hilary froze like an ice sculpture. Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but smile. I lifted my hand, gently twisting the diamond ring on my finger. "Yes, but my wife and daughter are both dead." Ross looked up sharply, visibly stunned. My parents turned to me with sympathetic eyes. I went on, "Three years ago, my wife and daughter were burned to ash in a fire." I let my gaze linger on Hilary. Her face turned ghostly pale in an instant.

After Ramona and I made it official, life became something I'd only ever dreamed about. Every evening, I'd come home to a hot meal prepared by my wife—delicious, comforting, made with love. When my shoulders ached from long days, she'd massage them without complaint. And in the bedroom? She matched my energy perfectly. Whatever position I wanted, she delivered. Being with her made me feel stronger, more alive. That energy bled into my work. I was sharper, more focused. My income tripled in no time.

Det. Marvin Sullivan went home when the sun goes up. He just meant to change clothes, but his wife was already awake when he arrived. Since Sheila died, they never had the chance to talk. Or maybe it's right to say that she's avoiding him. She couldn't even look at him. "Hey, I just went home to take a bath and change clothes. Captain wants progress on the Simmons and Muller's death." "Okay." Marvin bowed his head when his wife didn't even turn around when she answered him. She was cooking their daughter's breakfast when he arrived. Sullivan's heart is breaking into pieces every time he's with his family.

Sharp‑eyed reporters immediately surrounded Spencer's residence, firing off vicious questions. “Miss Spencer, why did you join Bloom Haven? Weren’t you already married at the time?” “Miss Spencer, were you aware that this was illegal?” “Miss Spencer, do you think your husband will forgive you? Is there any man who could accept this?” Hailey was rendered speechless. She lost control in front of the cameras, squatting down and clutching her head as she sobbed. “Honey, please come back! I can’t live without you!” As soon as that video went viral, the internet went crazy. "Oh, now she remembers she loves her husband? When she was getting cozy with some other guy, did she even think about her hus