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"Then why are you in the hospital, Mr. Harvey?" "I'm looking for my ex-wife here." Ex-wife? Caroline had no idea that Harvey had been married before. Since she's been in the office this month, she's never heard of her boss' status whether she has a girlfriend or not, and it turns out that Harvey is a widower. Honestly as a normal woman, it's impossible not to admire the incredibly smart and charming Harvey. Caroline thought her admiration for Harvey was only limited to admiration from subordinates to superiors, but hearing those words just now made her body freeze.

“This is Harper, Widow of Congressman Timothy Lane. You might remember the scandal, though the press called it a suicide.” Harper was younger than Genevieve expected. She was in her early thirties, dark skinned, with high cheekbones and eyes that were like polished glass. She gave Genevieve a single glance. “Margot, the silent one,” Celeste continued, nodding toward an older woman who looked like she’d stepped out of a 1950s film. “Her husband ran a hedge fund until it burned.” “Diana,” she said next, motioning to a woman with auburn hair and eyes lined with black eyeliner like war paint. “Her husband was found with two bullets in his chest and one mistress in his bed.”

"Harvey, according to your wife, you are… insignificant." Spreading his hands, he leaned closer to the screen and looked directly at Harvey, who was standing in the conference room. "Your wife called you her ex-husband. Did you really get divorced from the woman who just won first place in a national math competition?" The atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. The shareholders could no longer stay calm. "Mr. Fisher, how could you and your wife get divorced?" "She publicly called you her ex-husband in front of Gingham TV! Is this true?"

Of course, he knew exactly what she was speaking about. "Bullshit. I didn't go on any dinner dates with her last week nor was she my girlfriend. She was just a family acquaintance. Aunt Helen respected her mother a lot and she frequently came to our house since childhood. Don't pay heed to those meaningless gossips. They are all craps and lastly, I never cheated on my wife." He explained first and whispered the last part leaning forward to her ears. His lips gently touched her ears making a shiver pass through her spine. He leaned backwards after a few seconds. His eyes gazed at hers. Athena felt perplexed all of a sudden because he seemed genuinely honest. But she knew better than to believ

Harvey's POV I sat in the conference room, listening to the various department heads report on their progress. My mind was focused on the numbers and strategies being discussed, but that all changed when my security head called. I knew that call meant something was amiss. "Hello, sir," he said, his voice serious. "We have a situation at one of our malls. Your wife, Anna, is being harassed by a group of women." My vision turned red with anger. How dare they bully my wife? I slammed my fist on the table, interrupting the meeting. "That's enough," I barked, standing up. "The meeting is adjourned."

There was a brief pause as Wolf considered whether it was safe to admit that in front of Cliff, but Cliff just nodded. "Do you know why your wife has been arrested?" Cliff asked again. "No. I haven't had a chance to ask." Wolf was too surprised to speak at length earlier, and Zoe's time to call had run out. Cliff didn't judge him again. "We'll find out later," Cliff said, smiling at the officer who greeted them and extending his hand. "Good afternoon. Cliff Harvey, representing Mrs. Wolf. I..." "Anderson. Zoe Anderson. We just got married." Wolf interjected, remembering Zoe hadn't officially changed her name yet.

No one dared question her. Two days later, the results came in. They dragged in a former hotel security guard—flew him back from some town miles away to the Bureau. The second he heard how bad this could get, he went pale and cracked. "Two months ago, I was outside Ms. Sweeney's office. Heard her arguing on speaker. Sounded like her husband's grandfather. He had proof—her affair, a kid—and wanted to expose her, make his grandson divorce her." I watched the recording, fists clenched so tight my fingers went white.

I glanced at Alexander, who didn't seem fazed by being recognized. "It's lovely to see you again," the woman continued, her smile widening. "Last year, you came in with that brunette, if I remember correctly. You requested our most revealing pieces. Very exposing, very bold. The sheer collection with the cutouts?" She turned to me, her expression brightening. "Would you like similar pieces for this new lady?" The words hit me like ice water. Alexander's jaw tightened. "She's my wife." The woman's smile froze, her face flushing pink. "Oh. Oh my goodness, I apologize. I didn't realize you were married, Mr. Carter. Congratulations."

“Elena, I never gave you the permission to perform an autopsy on my mother! Can’t you just let her rest in peace?! “You’re a murderer too! They were right! You really are the daughter of a murderer!” Jonathan ran into my ward and yelled at me. When I was discharged, I found that I could no longer hold a scalpel, so I resigned. Jonathan took over my job. “Serves you right! You’re not worthy of being a forensic scientist.” I knew that I had let him down, along with Nina. So, I quit and became a housewife. Besides, Nina’s wish was for Jonathan to have a family of his own.

"Honey, your employees tried to stop me from seeing you. You should fire her." I stepped aside. "Felicia, let's be clear here. You're my ex-wife. We have no relationship now." Felicia said, "Come on, Marcus. We were married for a whole year. You can't just ignore that. Now that you've made it big, you can't leave me out in the cold. "Derek… He lied to me. He said I was the only one he loved, but then his wife showed up with their kid, and he dumped me right there and then. His wife was a big-sized woman, and she slapped me several times.