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Kenan reached for his phone and tried to contact the deputy CEO to inform him that he couldn't come home tomorrow morning and might return there in about two weeks. Quietly, Mrs. Clement smiled. Finally, her husband complied with her wishes. "Darling, did you hear that? Don't pretend to be asleep like that," Immediately, Mrs. Clement woke up and hugged her husband, thanking him. "Starting tomorrow, I will investigate Zefki and Raceh's marriage," she murmured.

“CEO Damian Kade Can't Keep His Hands Off His Wife.” I scrolled further, my stomach twisting tighter with every headline. “CEO Damian Kade Accompanies Wife To Doctor's Appointment — Doting Husband Alert.” “Damian Kade Proves Love Still Exists.” “Should We Start Calling Him A Woman Wrapper? The Way He Looks At Her Is Everything.” The comments were even worse. “He looks at her like she hung the moon. I'm sobbing.” “Whoever this mystery wife is, she is the luckiest woman alive.” “Mr kade still hasn't shown her face and honestly the mystery is making this even more romantic somehow??”

Mrs Dean enquired. As Naomi was brought up in the conversation, Jack recalled the events that transpired in the afternoon and his face sank. Seeing this, Dave quietly tugged at the corner of his wife's clothes. "Isabella." Dave Dean lowered his voice and shook his head at his wife. Mrs Dean immediately understood and hurriedly exchanged greetings. "The dance will start in a while. I hope you have a good time. I'll take a rest first." "I'll leave with my wife, enjoy." Dave Dean took the opportunity to support his wife and excused Jack.

I scoffed, "I am only trying to help your husband here. What do you mean not to touch him? Do you want him to die?!" "Are you a doctor? Why should I let another woman touch my husband?!" She fired back at me. Now I know where this is going. She's a jealous wife who wouldn't let another woman touch her husband even if he is dying. Damon stepped forward, "If you knew you could wait for an ambulance, why did you call for help? Why bother other people with your problems?!" "Well... I..." "Your husband is dying! She is a doctor trying to help you and your jealous self won't let it happen? You'll have no one but yourself to blame when he dies. Let's go sweetheart."

Doctor William informed her, and left for a minute before returning to the room after clearing the commotion. “It seems like your family is here to see you.” Just when he finished his sentence, the door was opened again and two individuals sauntered in. Their eyes were filled with tears. “Eliana.” One of them called. It was a carbon copy of the woman on the bed, but an older version. The woman was Eliana’s mother. She looked heartbroken to see her precious daughter after years in the hospital. Doctor Williams excused himself to give them privacy. “Where’s your husband?” Eliana’s father asked harshly. He was angry to see his daughter in the hospital with bandages around her head and legs. Not

I stood behind it, watching Felicia record with her phone while a few older women led the way. "What a jerk. Cheating when he already has a wife." "Exactly! Some men are just like that. They're never satisfied with what they have." One of the older women walked up and pulled back the blanket. "Hey, this isn't your husband." "What do you mean it's not my husband?" Felicia asked and was stunned when she finally saw the face of the man who was in the bed.

I was crouching in the hallway of my apartment building by the fire hydrant, my back pressed against the freezing tiles. What my wife, Alice Carr, had said under the moonlight still stuck in my throat like a fishbone. "Your dad's scent is fading." Dad was cremated 11 months ago. "The thing is," I said, keeping my voice down, "she says it smells like my dad." For once, Mason went dead silent for three whole seconds. This was a man who had been cleaned out by three divorces and could usually never keep his mouth shut for more than two seconds.

“ You do know why Megan and mom left right? It's because of you and your wife. That's why she left so fast.” “ Mom left? Why? When?” a tiny voice asked from behind. They needed no seer to tell who it was. It was the newly wedded Caryn Jones now known as Mrs. Nathan. “ Because of you obviously!” Dean wasted no time in speaking his mind and Nathan scolded almost immediately. “ Dean! No Caryn, she left cause she had a few things to attend to. It's not because of you or anyone.” “ Okay, if you say so. Why are you dressed by the way? Going somewhere?” she asked, quite surprised to see him holding a briefcase.

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."

When they couldn't reach her yesterday, they had assumed something important was holding her up. Now the full story was clear. They learned that she had missed performing Ryan's surgery because she went camping. The medical staff gathered at the door began whispering among themselves. "Wasn't Dr. Lawson always the best to her brother?" "He was so young. Dr. Parker said he would have survived if she'd come back to operate." "Who's that man? Isn't Dr. Lawson's husband Noah?" "Choosing to go camping with him instead of coming back for surgery… doesn't she regret this at all?"