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I felt like I was living in a dream, like everything I thought I knew was being turned upside down. "How is that possible?" I demanded, my voice rising in incredulity. "It's not even up to a week!" I felt like I was trying to wrap my head around a puzzle that didn't make sense. Eliana and I had been together just a few days ago, and now she was married? It was unthinkable. The timeline didn't add up, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "Did you get any info on who the husband is?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. Tom's expression was grim as he nodded. "Yes," he replied, his voice low and serious. "It's Beta...Herald."

She smiled and directed her to come sit next to her. “Hello, mother. You don't look well and....... I don't know I feel something is wrong. Calven was not picking up my call either ” Paige sat down after a deep hug with her mother-in-law. Well, she got pretty used to calling Ethlyn mother now even when she knew that this whole proposal marriage thing was a fake. Paige looked away and found the dining hall empty. No one was in it only her and Ethlyn. “Um.........” “Everything is fine dear. You worry too much ” Ethlyn reassured her while patting herself to not worry too much. How could she break the news that her husband was a serial killer before? Before he met Kimberly?

Before the visibly angry Valentine Anderson could utter a word, Margret Willow interjected, "Your brother and my husband were as close as brothers. We refuse to believe he's gone. We're searching the globe for him. My husband is convinced he's still out there." Mrs. Anderson, eyes brimming with tears, turned to the man before her. "Are you my son, Valentine Anderson? Have you...have you somehow come back as someone else?" she asked, her voice trembling. Margret Willow was clearly taken aback by Mrs. Anderson's question. She quickly took Valentine's wrist, trying to clear the confusion. "Mrs. Anderson, of course not. This man is my husband, Pascal Willow. We've been married for eight years."

“ So tell me your husband mistress did that to marry your husband ? Evelyn asks. “ Yes, You know my husband needed a son and I didn’t give him a son so he decided to have an extra marital affair and that mistress bore him a boy and she wanted my husband to divorce me and marry her but my husband refused as she decided to kill me and still wants my daughter dead so that only her son “ Who says I am pranking you, I am being real, Yes, I remember you said we are going on “ Ok, I remember you said we are on our honeymoon , now that we are married and going on our honeymoon can you at least tell me where we are going to Mr husband” she says. Her husband looks up to her and smiles and drops the la

“ I do not have a business with anything that concerns my mom and her husband and kids, they were the reason I went through so much abuse on the street “ she hissed and she picks her drink and sips out. Evelyn disappears back into the jet and she sits crying thinking at the conversation between her mom and Brianna and she looks toward her husband and sister, they were done making out he cuddles her and he opens his eyes and he looks at her and smiles and he kisses her and Evelyn returns into Marylyn’s body and she opens her eyes and she sees her husband starting at her and he kisses her. “ You are so amazing” he says to her and kiss her. “ You must be hungry” he says and he dresses up and he

He swiftly and effortlessly carried him before jumping out of the villa with both of them disappearing at the blink of an eye. By the poolside. It had been more than two hours as Evelyn sat on the chair and pouted, “Circe, are you sure that dude knows how to refine a pill? He must have lied to you!” Evelyn still did not trust that Darryl could refine the pill. After Darryl saw her naked on the video call, Evelyn had asked her men to investigate his background and found that he was just a famous live-in son-in-law in Donghai City. How could a live-in son-in-law refine pills?

Just as he reached for the door in front of me, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “It’s just the dog at the villa. You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Come eat with us.” He let her pull him away, but by then I had already seen his face clearly. It wasn’t Eugene. It was Leo Brooks, my husband’s executive assistant. So my husband hadn’t been keeping a mistress behind my back after all. Leo was Mrs. Wilson’s son. He had grown up with Eugene, and the two of them were as close as brothers. No wonder Mrs. Wilson had reacted the way she did earlier.

Deep down she was afraid her mate was a personable narcissist squandering their lives in chasing his egomaniacal discredited pursuits. They were a mixed race couple. Evian was a first generation Gahanna-American. Hubby was Dutch-Armenian with a fanatical devotion to academic life, exotic travel and spending other people's money. They had honeymooned in the Bahamas – so he could record a mass sponge migration – he claimed it was nearly half a meter in less than one month (29 days).

She wasn’t lying, but her teary, feigned shy eyes made it seem otherwise. "Evette’s shy, huh? If you ask me, pick the considerate one. I heard Percival treated his ex-wife really well; he even bought an island, Eula Island, and built a theme park in her name. How romantic! I saw some old news about his ex. Even when her family went bankrupt and she had a mental breakdown, he never left her. Where do you find a guy like that? If he loves someone, he goes all out." As the group gossiped, Eulalia sat quietly on the side, texting and reading her script. When she heard, "If Percival loves someone, he goes all out," her fingers paused momentarily. They weren’t wrong; Percival certainly loved “goin

A complete wreck, yet someone took time to make out a room in the midst of the wreck. Thoughts of Elvis crosses my mind as a priest walks in, guided in by two able-bodied men, fully armed. "Where's Elvis!” “Who the hell is that. This shall be our priest for the hour,” he replies as though he didn’t understand me. “Elvis is my husband. What did you do to him, you bloody murderer!" I scream suddenly. "Easy on the emotions, princess. There’s only one husband. Me. And, It's our wedding night. You should be happy.”