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Her complexion was flushed with redness and she was trying her best to control her tempers, otherwise, she would have done the worst with Pamela. Freddie felt like strangling his wife. He glared at her before turning round and going off to his study. Freya saw her husband's retreating back view and hissed between gritted teeth. She has been a wife and never exposes the secret and in exchange, Freddie must let her raise Pamela the way she wishes. "I am going off to see my fiance,mum" Emma announced and without waiting for her mother's response, she walked out. Just before Leah and Ellis Hayden arrived at their Mansion, Leah asked "Do you think getting our son married to the eldest daughter o

Chapter 15 Freya's POV "I asked a question, Freya," my mom pressed, her voice firm. ''Who is whose husband?" I finally tore my gaze away from Michael, my eyes drifting back to my mom's inquiring face. "Mom...it's not what you think...Mom, it's a...," I stammered, struggling to find the right words. But before I could continue, Michael stepped in, his voice smooth and confident. "Mrs. Rogers, I ought to have done an official introduction. I'm Freya's husband, Michael Smith," he announced, his eyes locked onto mine.

“Not for a warrior. How much power could Freya’s husband possibly have?” Amanda’s expression soured. “Very little. Especially with Freya’s spending habits.” The door opened. Freya’s husband stepped in, jaw tight, and announced, “I can’t stand this any longer. I’m getting Freya out of there myself.” “Your wife already announced that you’re separated,” I said, forcing myself to meet his blazing eyes. “That’s why she went back to Ravencrest.” For a heartbeat, everything went still. “No,” he barked, shaking his head hard. “You’re lying!”

My dad said. "Ọkọ mi kan fi wọn silẹ nikan. jẹ ki wọn ṣe ohun ti o ṣiṣẹ fun wọn. Erm Femi, mo nireti pe eyi kii ṣe ọkan ninu awọn ere rẹ sha. o mọ Emi ko gbekele rẹ lẹhin ti o stunt ti o fa pẹlu awọn miiran girl. (my husband just leave them alone. let them do what works for them. Erm Femi, I hope this is not one of your games sha. you know I don't trust you after that stunt you pulled with the other girl.)" my mum said. I was guessing that Ama did not understand Yoruba. But I knew she understood everything.

I smile at the seventy-nine-year-old man sitting across the conference table with the same old bright smile on his face. "Mr Edet Isong! Still at vibrant as you were two years ago," I say going over to him and kissing his cheeks. "It's so nice to see you." "And you too, who's he? Your partner?" He asks looking away from me to Gabriel. I shake my head nonetheless I smile, "He's not my partner, he's my lawyer Gabriel meet Edet Isong, my late husband lawyer and very close friend, Edet meet Gabriel Adenuga, my lawyer."

After it was done, I treated my lawyer, Simon Jones, to a cup of coffee at my favorite cafe. As I sipped my coffee, a couple walked through the door. It was Nolan and Ruby. I had introduced this cafe to Nolan back when things were still good between us. "You're not allowed to bring other girls here." I had joked with him back then. He had nodded and smiled at me warmly while teasing me about being possessive. Watching Ruby laugh and chat with Nolan now made me uncomfortable. "Ms. Sullivan, if everything looks good, I'll send you the revised divorce agreement," Simon said, bringing me back to reality.

His eyes weren’t on me—they were locked on the man who had just pushed me. “What are you doing here?” Sage demanded. Confused, I glanced between them. “You know these people?” I asked. Sage didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” he said flatly. “Unfortunately.” He looked at the man with clear disdain. “This is Malum Sutton,” Sage continued, his voice edged with warning, “Freya’s husband. And that,” he added, nodding toward the woman, “is his secretary.” The name landed heavily. So this was him.

Then she looked at her friend as she asked curiously, "But why did her husband not come to visit her, at least for the sake of their child?! Ah, some men are wicked o! Can't he behave like his father at least?!" "Husband for where?!" her friend answered spitefully as she twisted her mouth in derision and then hissed softly to drive home her point. "Don't you read the papers?! Her husband has since married another woman and is living in America with her!" "Ah! The woman has suffered o!" her friend lamented. She lowered her voice as she whispered conspiratorially to her friend. "So which one is Dr. Omagbemi's own? He's behaving as if the woman is his wife; he spends every of his free time ther

I have not been out a lot with Kwame for someone to even know me and call me Kwame's girl scratch that 'chew toy'. "a friend of mine unfortunately caught the eyes of Kwame Agyeman some years ago and let's just say it didn't turn out well for her after she got pregnant and was no longer attractive to him. She was found dead at the road side" I gulped and she continued. "Shot like an animal. The police pretend to be investigating but I knew, they knew, who had done that and didn't want to offend the person. So, they left the case hanging. I was so devasted but when I found out that it was Kwame Agyapong, I kept my mouth shut. And oh, before you ask, I knew it was Kwame Agyapong because he was

Her mother is African and her father is British but grew up in Los Angeles. “Hey, Gabs?” I pulled her in a hug, I caught Emelia in the corner of my eye and she lowered her head without saying anything. “So Jadon tells me you got married without telling me” She excitedly said holding my hands as I nodded my head. “Gabs, this is my wife Emelia” I gestured with my hand as she gasped looking at Emelia, “Oh my god she looks exactly like Eleanor. I don’t believe this” She rushed over to Emelia who faked a smile.