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Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple. The people around me burst into gasps and squeals. Only I looked down at the diamond wedding ring on my finger before turning back to stare at their matching couple rings in a daze. If they were a perfect couple, what would that make me, the wife who spent the last eight difficult years with him? Jonas’ manager, Ivan Crane, caught sight of me and called out in a panic. “J-Jeanine…” Soon, a journalist friend of his glanced over and asked, “Who’s she?”

Still not him. She went back to scrubbing fish. Holly gave her shoulder a squeeze on the way past and Brigail managed a thin smile. She had already told Holly and Terry about the resignation. She skipped everything that came after. If Holly knew about the kiss she would not shut up about it until Mardi Gras, and Brigail did not have the emotional reserves for that conversation. She was elbows-deep in fish guts when she finally felt someone standing behind her. She turned. Pam Ridgeway stood there in a red couture suit, expression bored, posture flawless, looking at Brigail the way most people looked at a parking ticket.

I slammed my hand on the table in anger “She didn’t have any family because she was the only survivor a fire outbreak several years ago. She met her husband who sponsored her through school and everything so she probably must have refused to expose him or let him go due to the gratitude she felt towards him” she answered and I sighed deeply thanks to my speechlessness. “So you mean the husband is walking freely without being prosecuted for such cruelty? I cannot stand this” I stated and pressed her further to reveal who her husband was. “He’s the owner of the biggest mart in the city. He’s so rich that most supermarkets get their stocks from him too. He might be too high for us to touch” Pam

He then carefully chose a few and posted them on Instagram, with the caption reading, "May my wife's life be peaceful and smooth-sailing, always." When Natalie saw the post, her eyes crinkled into a smile. But the moment she saw Pamela's comment, irritation flared up instead. "'My wife'? Ro, please don't tell me you actually married her?"

I am not suspecting anyone,” David said, "but my wife has an ex-husband who wouldn't let go, despite knowing she is married.” “That is quite an information, Mr Wheeler's,” the police said,” but do you know the name of your wife's ex?” “Yes I do,” David said,” his name is Ray Rawlings.” “Mr Rawlings? The CEO of the Rawlings glass company?” another policeman asked with astonishment. “Yes,” David said. “So why do you think he can't let go?” the police asked.

Susana said, trying to place her hand on Pamela's shoulders when the latter couldn't hold back her fury and bursted it out. "Enough! Are you still keeping your disguise? Susana my foot. If you ever want me to listen to you and not have my bodyguards throw you out, stop the disguise and address yourself as who you truly are, Alice Johnson the wife of Linus Freeman and the mother of Pamela Johnson!!" She thundered.

As soon as the words left my mouth, my wife Alexia Holt's voice turned cold. "Just because I didn't take you to dinner and loaned a diamond ring to Caleb to save him from embarrassment, you want a divorce? Over something this small?" "Yes." I had a thousand things I wanted to say. But if my feelings were just a small matter to her, then no matter how much I said, she would only see it as me whining without reason. I was about to hang up when, suddenly, from the other end of the line, I heard the intern Caleb Foster's voice.

Liam tried to speak but she stopped him. “Please allow me talk. I think you need to know how I feel as well so we can have a common understanding here,” she said, her voice laced with pain. “Because of the way I felt about you and how tensed I was, when Lucas became warm and the air around him became conducive, I warmed up to him as well. Yes, he’s my ex-husband, and he was cruel to me in the past, but he’s shown me that he’s changed,”

The headline hit me like a punch to the gut. "Billionaire Adam Morgan Humiliated at the Altar After Baby Mama Drama!" My chest tightened as I scrolled down. Every single detail of the disaster was splashed all over the internet. Memes, threads, videos of the moment that man—David’s real father—had walked in, carrying my son and exposing Eleanor for the liar she was. My heart sank further when I read a post from a popular blog: "Karma really is a btch. Adam Morgan cheated on his wife, Charlotte, with Eleanor, only to find out the child wasn't his. Serves him right. This is just the beginning."

I create a blank document and type a title across the top line: Northwood Incident – Supplementary Victim Roster Beneath the heading I list three names: Margaret Chan (Deceased, 2009) Eleanor Vickers (Deceased, 2012) Emma Green (Alive, Material Witness) I add an addendum beside Eleanor’s entry: Daughter: Olivia Vickers, age 9, current whereabouts unconfirmed.