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To be honest, Calvin was really good to her, impeccable. Although she said so, Bonnie's attention shifted again, with a gossipy gleam in her eyes, "Hey, what does your husband do?" The best match in the design department was Flora, whose husband was a small business owner. She was also on the plane, resting with her eyes closed. Bella replied casually, "He's... a white-collar worker." More accurately, he was a workaholic. At this moment, Flora, who had been resting with her eyes closed, turned around and smiled, "Do you have any photos? Let us take a look."

Nora took a sip from her glass of blue wine and after she carefully placed the cup on the table, he said, “Your husband's infidelity has become a blessing in disguise. If your husband hasn't cheated on you, you wouldn't be able to achieve or say what you are demanding.” Flora shrugged and sighed. “He disappointed me. I could swear that he can't do something like that. If I had listened to my thoughts, I would have found out before now. I saw their closeness and I wondered what was happening. My husband Mut had known that Amber was his daughter. I am thinking he knew about it when he was sick at the hospital.”

She yelled vehemently, tears springing up her eyes. Maya took a step forward, grabbing her by the chin. She glared down at Fleurie who was struggling to get away from her grip. " You're right, I absolutely hide behind Dexter. But there's something you are forgetting. He chose me, he married me. So, until he states otherwise, I am his wife, his queen and you will treat me as such." Maya grated out before shoving Fleurie away, causing her to take several steps back. Fleurie quickly found her footing, glaring at Maya. " This isn't over." She muttered, venom lacing her words.

Her voice petered off, and his eyebrows rose. “ Before you ran away?” he inserted smoothly. “ Before I was driven away,” she corrected, just as smoothly, fed up with being the villain of the piece. His eyebrows raised a notch higher, but he let it slide for once. “ Pierre spends most evenings at home with his family these days.” “His family?” Pierre hadn’t been married when she left. “Yes, he has a wife and son.” “ Pierre De Coursey got married?” She couldn’t quite keep the shock out of her expression.

She glanced at Declan for a moment before turning her attention back to Alistair. “You've loved your best friend's wife for years. You sabotaged him behind his back just to steal everything he had.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression almost daring him to deny it. Declan's brows furrowed. He looked from his mother to his father. What was she talking about? If he remembered correctly, his father's only best friend had been Elysia's late father— Hervé St Laurent. And if that was the case… The best friend's wife his mother was talking about could only be Nicole St. Laurent.

Even the rosary hanging by the bed had been torn apart during one of their encounters, its beads scattered across the floor. "You keep saying all you want is for Cedric to be happy. What about me? "When I planned surprises for him, I wasn't thinking about how happy he'd be. I was thinking about finally seeing you again. When he was hospitalized, I worried about him, but I was even more excited that I'd get to spend time alone with you. When I accompanied him to your performances, I looked calm on the outside, but I spent an entire afternoon choosing flowers. "Call this a mistake if you want, but in my heart, you're the one who's truly my husband." Delilah's voice broke as tears filled her ey

While Laura was still taunting me, still relishing in her perceived triumph, I heard a familiar voice call out, “Laura?” My head snapped up. Standing a few feet away, his familiar eyes staring back at me, was Donald. He looked surprised, his gaze shifting from Laura to me, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. The man who had once been my husband, the man whose happiness I had just been so desperately trying to push away, was standing right there, caught between the woman he had married and the woman he had left.

"You don't know anything about my family." "I know your wife's name is Celeste. I know she's been loyal to you for thirty-two years. I know your daughter just got engaged to a diplomat's son. I know your son is running for public office." I set the photograph down. "How do you think they'd feel if they found out their husband and father has been keeping a lover for fifteen years? How do you think Celeste would feel knowing she wasn't woman enough to keep you satisfied?" Delacroix's face switched from red to white then red again.

"See? I told you. I know you don't believe me, but look at these. I saw this on Paris news, reporting that the well-known designer named Fleur was dating." I immediately took Jacob's phone and stared at the picture. It was Fleur, and she was with a man. They hold each other's hands while eating in a restaurant, but I can't recognize the man because the picture is blurred. Meanwhile, Fleur's face is very clear. "Look at Fleur, how she smiled at the guy while holding each other's hand." Jacob's words added even more to the anger that I was feeling. "Where was this photo taken?" I asked Jacob, who was still busy zooming in on the picture.

I said why biting my lips. She scoff that made me look at her again. She cross her arms and look at Arthur once again. “How funny because that’s what I love about him too.” “I’m sorry.” I said out of nowhere and she looks at me. She shook her head at the same time dad return from talking to someone, he looks at me and I look away. I heard Flora cough. “Sir, do you also know about your daughter cheating together with my husband?” Flora said that made me look at her.