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My account had been blocked, reported, and locked out in one coordinated sweep, so I could not even log in to defend myself. The whole thing ruined my mood, so I turned the car around and went back home. I had been a stay-at-home wife for the past year. I had originally planned to keep my identity a secret and start an internship at my husband’s company today, but I never expected something like this to happen. My husband, Eugene Gibson, was overseas negotiating a major deal. I didn’t want to bother him. I was also worried this might be some kind of setup by a competitor trying to force him back home.

Three minutes ago, the hospital told us we had arrived on the wrong day for the appointment, and Richard had swung his cane at me. At that moment, Snow had refused to answer my calls. It turned out that she was busy taking care of another man. The poster’s profile had his photo. He looked very familiar. It was Yulan Ledger, Snow’s immediate subordinate. The man Snow always called her junior had quietly intruded on my marriage with her. Watching Snow carefully scrub the clothes clean in the video felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over me. Everything I had worked so hard for suddenly seemed like a joke.

I knew what the look on her face meant, I was going to do a bad job, as usual. “Did you speak with Pamela?” I asked. The air became cold again, after a week of being warm. I didn't want such anymore, we should often talk as the husband and wife that we are to each other. “Yes.” She answered, pouring water from the jug into a glass. “I called her moments ago, video call.” “How is it?” “How is what?” “How is it at your office, Amelia Blackwood?” “Growing,” she said, her pride on display. “I'm happy to have Pamela to help with these things. What could I have done?”

Ellie shrugs, “You’re stuck with me.” I smile, “Well, let’s make the most of it.” I lean closer to her ear, “I was told there would be no issue resuming our marital relationship.” “Mr. Sturgis, are you bragging about your wife again?” she asked playfully. “Get on your knees Miss Davidson and show me what your mouth can do.”

Ava scribbled notes in her book, her brow furrowed. The game was on. Paul's eyes narrowed. "Do you have another woman aside from my mom, sir? And how did you meet my mom? Do you have a kid outside? Have you ever had a wife?" I choked slightly on the questions. My kids were notorious interrogators and they would kill this innocent man with one. David shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I've had a woman before, but she left me without explanation. She wasn't my wife, and aside from that, I have no wife or other woman, no kids outside either."

"While Gwen was at the mall to bring groceries to your parents, Gwen received a text message from your husband. And he's threatening your family about the bomb explosion.” My face was full of surprise and I couldn't believe what Hen was telling me. I faced him and gulped. “He can't do that-” "And how sure are you-" "Because Liam and I were together at Logan's clinic to check on his condition. At that time, we were together. He won't be able to do that, Hen. I knew my husband wouldn't do cruel things against my family!” "Could you defend him after watching this?" He scrolled down the screen, and there was a video of Liam he showed me.

Everyone else murmured and some shouted their congratulations. “You’ve got five seconds to tell me why Grime’s daughter told me she was marrying you at the Plaza the same day as our wedding!” “That crazy bitch! Did she hurt you?” “No. She didn’t even know who I was. Or at least I think she didn’t.” “Paige, we’re in all the magazines and everywhere on social media, trust me she knows you.” “Are you marrying her? What is this, Callan?” “No, Paige. She’s gone crazy. Her dad admitted her for unstable behavior. She must’ve gotten out.”

She stared at her cell phone for a few seconds, her eyes cold and calculating. Roger, who was apparently reading his newspaper, had overheard the entire conversation but wasn’t interested in digging deeper. When Martha was up to something, she didn’t tell him. ***** Pamela Pamela ended the call and stood silently, holding her phone. She was in her private gym, wearing a tight black and pink workout outfit. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. Her long hair was pulled back into a flawless ponytail, her face made up even for working out, her body toned. She knew she was beautiful. Men always fell at her feet. Everyone… except John.

"You've got a week to prepare. Report to HQ next Wednesday." "Thank you, Mr. Fuller." I thanked him and left. By the time I got home, it was already 12:00 pm. As I looked at the empty room, my heart ached. When we first got married, Emma and I used to rush home for lunch together every day. But since Keegan joined her company, she'd often make up excuses not to come home. I tried to be understanding and took nutritious meals to her office. But when I got there, I saw her sitting next to Keegan, laughing and sharing a lunchbox.

There were 48 of us in the cohort, yet only 47 students were in the photo. The missing one had to be Jake. This meant he existed, but his existence had been erased. Suddenly, the door behind me creaked open. I looked up in a panic and met the eyes of the person who walked in. It was the academic dean, Ms. Greta Rosewood. "Erica, why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" Seeing that she wasn't angry about me trespassing, I quickly asked, "Ms. Rosewood, do you remember a student in our cohort named Jake Watson?"