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She looked at Rose calmly and said, “Nathan’s still waiting for me at home, Rose. I need to go.” “Alright. Don’t make him worry about you.” Rose was about to walk her out when a socialite near the door suddenly said, “Aren’t you Mr. Langley’s wife, Eva Lane? How about having a few drinks before you go?” Eva frowned at her when she heard this. “I’m sorry, I’m busy tonight.” She had no idea who this woman was and did not want to drink with her. When she saw Eva was about to leave, the socialite stood up and pulled her to a seat with a smile. “You’re Mr. Langley’s wife. How about having a couple of friendly drinks with me?”

“Thank you Miley, I have two kids Sarah 4 years old and Mike 2 years old,please take care of them well most importantly and their schedules are on the fridge,try to arrange it “ “ where is your wife,sir?” “Sir?, no please I’m Evan call me by my name” “Sorry Evan” “We got divorced” “ now come on in,I gotta check my email and do a little work,call me when you need me” “Yes s-..,Evan” She pulled her box In and I showed her her room before heading to mine. Once I got there,I got into the shower and beat my meat to her face,and body,fantasizing about her kissing my cock with her pretty lips.

Ethan raised his chin at Annie before remarking, "Really? My wife a whore?" Annie Davis felt her heart racing as she tried to reason with the man, "It - it was a mistake. I'm sorry, Mr. Wright. Forgive my words - " "But you dare accuse my wife when you are unsure?" Ethan cut off her words. "And why would my wife be interested in your fiance? He doesn't even compare to my foot!" Clayton Brown felt a lump in his throat, hearing Ethan's description of him. "My wife would never look at another man, other than me. You see, my wife's standards are way up there," added Ethan.

If she was getting married, she’d want the guy she was marrying to say exactly what Evan had said, and she’d want him to mean every word. Bettina sniffed. “But don’t you feel a woman’s place is at home with the children? You do plan on having children don’t you?” Celia frowned as she stared at the other woman. Was she for real? Granted she was young. Celia guessed she was in her early twenties. What the hell had Evan been thinking when he’d hooked up with her in the first place? She was practically an infant and Evan had to be pushing forty. “I don’t see that it’s any of your concern whether I want children or not and as for where my place is, it’s wherever I’m the happiest,” Celia said. “I

Marlowe’s POV: As I watched, Anya’s car driving away, an eerie smile appeared at the corner of my eyes. My assistant joked, “President Yanice, I heard that Evan still love his ex-wife and wanted to remarry her. But for some reason, she has been rejected him.” My eyebrows raised even higher when I heard that. “Hey, I didn’t expect Evan to be such a pony. He wants to go back with his ex.” When I was in prison, Evan and Anya had not been married yet.

"Fuck! That woman …“ Which woman? ” “ Oh, the one from the photo with Vanessa. Secretary. Her name is Leona. No, it's not Leona ... Neo ... Naomi, or something. Now I remembered how I knew her. She's Parker's secretary! ”Theo exclaimed, slapping his forehead. "Vanessa knows the secretary from Parker's law firm, Jeff." "Are you saying your ex knows Parker's right hand?" "Which means Vanessa knows all the items in my father's will from the beginning. No wonder she's so stuck becoming a duchess! ”

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

blinked across the screen like a dying light. Lisa pressed decline without hesitation. “She’s so desperate,” she said with a grin. “It’s almost sad.” Duke stirred, groaning faintly. “Who’s calling?” Lisa smiled lazily. “Your wife.” He frowned, mumbling. “Rose?” “Ex-wife soon enough,” Lisa purred. “Don’t worry, I handled it. You need your rest.” But the phone buzzed again. The sound grated in the silence. Duke’s brow furrowed as he whispered, “It’s late. Maybe something’s wrong with Eli-”

But she and he did not invite Vera to attend. Since Grainne advised Carwyn Levi before, his attitude towards Robin Levi has improved a lot. But he still couldn't forgive Bevis Levi and Vera. So this wedding, they only invited Robin Levi. Vera still couldn't stop being surprised, she continued: "Is this your child and Carwyn?" She didn't expect Grainne and Carwyn Levi to have such a big baby! But Grainne's answer surprised her even more, so much so that her chin almost fell to the ground. Grainne glanced at her and replied coldly, "No! What? Vera, unable to believe it, asked again, "You say this is your child, but it's not Carwyn's?"