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I yelled. “If anything happens to my baby, the Sinclair family will never forgive you!” Yelena kicked me hard right in my stomach wound. She sneered and spoke with disdain. “The Sinclair family? I’ve never heard of them!” Then, her mother grabbed my hair with a cruel grin. “My daughter is Yelena Stone, the wife of Northshore Group’s Jacob Fletcher. I don’t care who you are. You’re begging for her forgiveness right now!” Pain shot through my scalp, but it did not match the agony in my heart.

Her lies, spewed under the cover of being a reporter, made me tremble with rage. "You're lying through your teeth! Wilson is my husband, not yours." Rowena Jones paused, then smirked like she had caught me in a slip-up. "Wilson's your husband? Prove it." "I..." "Here's my marriage certificate with Wilson. Got anything like that?" She waved two certificates from her bag, flaunting them for me and the camera to see. A chill ran through me. How on earth did she have a marriage certificate with Wilson?

The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen. “Through sources it looks like Tristan Knight is back with his ex-wife." The woman stated as a picture of him and Iris leaving the airport popped on the screen. Tobias paused the screen as he studied the picture carefully. “So, she is alive.", Tobias said while gritting his teeth way to hard. The woman in the picture looked extremely thin and timid as she clutched her ex-husband's shirt. She had lost weight but her beautiful features were still visible. Tobias licked his upper lip.

She fought to pry the woman’s fingers from her hair, but the grip was unyielding, fueled by raw rage and indignation. “What are you doing? I don’t know you or your husband!” Sylvia Luke protested, struggling to keep her voice steady, but it wavered under the pressure. “Stupid bitch, how would you know me? You slept with my husband!” The woman shouted, venom dripping from her words.

“Damn. She actually did it.” “Did what?” “Left you. I told you the quiet ones have a breaking point.” I gripped the phone tighter. “This is not a game, Adrian. The press will hear about this. The board expects stability.” Adrian’s tone changed. “You’re worried about the board? Gideon, your wife just walked out after months of you letting everyone treat her like furniture. Maybe start there.” I ignored that. “Check if anyone saw her leave the gala. I’m going to call the driver.”

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.

Mike and Sharon weren’t left out of the people who looked shocked. “I know everyone is wondering why I called her out. This is Amelia Myers. She is my son’s personal assistant in this company, but she is also my son’s wife. This is Amelia Afonso. She will be working closely with Michael and will be taking the post of Managing Director. We are officially announcing the introduction of the new member of our family to the company and to the public at large.” Amelia froze. She hadn’t expected them to announce her marriage to the world like this. What was going to happen to the freedom she craved? What about her deal with Mike? Slowly she turned towards the direction where her friends were s

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!

Yet, she mustered the courage to speak, her voice trembling. "Don't you want to check on your girlfriend?"she stammered, her heart racing like a jackhammer. "She's my wife. Got married fews days ago."Sebastian's expression remained icy, his eyes glinting with a sinister intensity. Olivia's fear spiked, but she refused to back down, she didn't want anything bad to happen to the young lady. "Aren't you going to go after your wife? Something might happen to her," she pressed, her voice laced with worry.

I didn't want to dwell on the fact that my husband, whom I'd been married to for three years, hadn't told his friends about our marriage. "Hello, lady, you must be the maid, could you please tell me where the bathroom is?" And I thought I had seen it all until a nose-pierced lady who looked like a Barbie version of Billie Eilish walked up to me. I raised my middle finger and walked past her, using my eyes to scan the entire room, looking for my husband. "Hey," I felt a warm hand on my shoulders. "What is..." I turned to see the Barbie version of Billie Eilish standing with a pot-bellied man, and I froze. He was scary.