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Her face twisted as if she was trying to forget the memories of her past. “I never saw him after that untill one day he offered me job with higher salary to work as a care taker for his son. I was astonished and embarrassed knowing I slept with a married man but how could I say no to the money, so I agreed.” Rachel let out a sigh as her eyes teared. “Kristina and I got along immediately. Jakob would rarely be home so we have picnics in the gardens, fishing in the lake, star gazing with little Killian.” A faint smile touched her lips. “I started loving him as my own son. His pale blue eyes reminded me of his father sometimes, but his were full of warmth and hope.”

Penny followed him. "Yes, but I heard from my dad that he’s married." "Really? Mr. Fergerson doesn't look like a married man." Penny took out a golf club and matched Andy’s actions. Since he liked to gossip, she was more than happy to play along. "I don't think so either. If he’s married, how can he not bring his wife out? Unless… his wife is so ugly that he’s ashamed to do so." Penny’s swing got interrupted. Then, she quickly adjusted her stance before she replied, "Maybe."

Why did her father think that he was a creepy stalker when he had evidence that he knew her on a personal level that stalkers wouldn't? Mrs Helvig found the passive-aggressive battle between her husband and her future son-in-law amusing. Call it a woman's intuition but she had a feeling that Tynan wasn't lying. In fact, she didn't think he was a stalker even though it unnerved her slightly by how much he knew their baby girl. It wouldn't hurt to let him see Laura but her husband was dead set against it. Laura's rehabilitation was going well but her stubborn husband still insisted that the Dirt Princess was still too ill for anyone to visit her.

I carefully packed Mom's ashes, ready to head home. Seeing me alone, the crematorium attendant asked curiously, "Young man, where's your wife? Surely she should be here to support you through all this?" I glanced down at my phone. "I took Sean for a drive along the beach. I'll be back later." I forced a bitter smile. I'd suggested going to the beach many times before, but she always turned me down, claiming she had a migraine. "Don't ever bring up the beach again. Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

Petra finally looked me over, and I could instantly tell that she disapproved of me. "I was saying that Lora was my ex-girlfriend. There is nothing between us now. In fact, I've been dying to introduce you to my wife, Amelia." Beaming at me, Damian took my hand lying on the table and pressed it to his lips. I smiled back at him. Petra's eyes widened slightly. "Your wife?" she cried incredulously. Damian ignored her tone. "Yes." "I've heard so much about you, Petra," I said. "It's nice to meet you finally. Shame you couldn't make it to our wedding."

Pamela shot in, a smirk on her face. I ignored her. “Brent, please,” I said, trying to clutch at his arm in desperation. “I am your wife! You know me better than anyone! Please, you have to believe what I told you, Brent,” I wept, begging. “Are you really going to believe her over me?! After what she did to you?!” Pamela had dumped him five years ago when the Kingston The Group of Companies was struggling with debt and had been on the verge of collapse.

David chimed in, "She's always worried about you. Let's all see a doctor in this country on Monday. Just to be at ease." Just then, the MC called David to the stage. He excused himself and climbed up. "Wow. So many people gathered for me, I feel honored," David began. "My wife wouldn't let me leave until we celebrated alone first... if you get what I mean," he winked, eliciting soft laughter from the audience. David's voice softened as he continued, locking eyes with Avery. "The person I'm most grateful to is my wife, Mrs. David Park. She believed in me when my world was crashing down. Every day with her feels like a celebration. Today, on my birthday, I want to shout it from the mountaintop

'' "Yes. Because of your wife Jasmine, we solicited you.'' Davidson added in a somber voice. Petterson kept talking. They switched speaking alternating like the judges they were. "The complaints we've been receiving are reaching their breaking point. One: Despite your assurances that you have everything under control, she continued seeing your nephew while you were engaged.'' Philipson stated, "We didn't do anything because she wasn't a family member yet.'' '' Two; she was found with your nephew during your engagement,'' Davidson deplored. ''You and PADI assured us once more that it was all under control. As such we kept calm.''

I smiled back. "Do you want to talk about it?" My thoughts were right. She wanted us to talk about the pregnancy. I smiled sadly and shook my head before hopping into her car. It was a yellow BMW×5, and I always enjoyed the ride with Pamela. She was neither a fast driver nor a slow driver. Her father owned a telecommunications firm while her mother worked in the White House. I had no idea what the woman did there, and Pamela didn't like talking about her mom and what she did. But she was damn proud of her father and his achievements. Pamela was the apple of his eyes.

David won’t side her, and neither would Grace and Geneva, her mother. “See? I told you she’s a gold digger, David.” Grace expression was full of disgust. “Why don’t you punish her?” She added with malice. “I will.” David exclaimed with fury. “Guards!” Her eyes widened. “N—no, I wasn’t doing anything!” “Oh, really?” Her husband sarcastically look at her. “Perhaps, you might think about that while spending your days in prison, bitch.” “W—what?” Panic seized her. “Y—you can’t do this to me! David!”