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“That was before we had Autumn. After that, I preferred staying home with her. He never liked these events anyway.” “Ethan?” Hunt echoed, and I nodded, the name slipping from my lips like a forbidden word. God, I couldn’t even say it without feeling a pang of guilt. What kind of wife had I been? Or rather, what kind of person was I now? I wasn’t a wife anymore—not to Ethan, at least. I was a fake wife to Hunter. A widow, cloaked in secrecy, chasing justice for my husband’s murder under a false identity. I had outdone myself this time.

What an ass! “There's rarely a woman who wants to be like you, Feb. Maybe there won't even be one,” said Widya starting his sentence after a moment of silence. “You're willing to be married, but don't demand to be recognized.” “Because our marital status is hidden. Is that what you mean, ma'am?” Widya replied with a shake of her head. “You know who Ares is, right? Our husband?” Our husband? Even Widya said it so smoothly. Making Feby shudder in horror because she didn't know how to measure the depth of the feelings of the woman in front of her.

The son who lived while Ziva died. And Millie. Standing there. Smiling. Playing the part of the loving wife. She was Nolan's mother. She was the one who destroyed my family. And now she was standing next to my husband. On television. Holding his hand. Being introduced as his wife. His wife. The word hit me like a slap. I was his wife. For eight years. He kept me hidden. A secret. And the moment I'm in a coma, the moment Ziva is dead, he puts her in my place.

On the screen was a projected slideshow of pictures, captioned: “I love you, Darling. Until death do we part.” While Jared made his rounds chatting with the guests, I stood alone to the side. A few wives of powerful businessmen approached me to catch up. “You’re so lucky, Mrs. Hampton!” “Mhmm! Your husband has no room for anyone else in his eyes! He even prepared this whole day just for you.” I smiled politely but did not comment. Perhaps they found my lack of reaction boring because, after a while, they stopped with the pleasantries and began to gossip among themselves.

I lied to rouse her up and it did the trick considering the shocked expression on her face. “What? Who is spreading such nonsense!? Oh I know it must be these stupid estate workers scattered here and there.” “So…they aren’t sharing a room then?” I asked carefully. Ophelia waved her hand. “They are in the same room because it is the matrimonial bedroom and Jared is not about to move out of his own room for her. That means nothing.” She leaned forward slightly. “I will tell you what I know. That marriage is hollow. Jared performs what is necessary in public because he is a Wilson and Wilsons do not air their mess in front of cameras. But behind closed doors?” She shook her head. “That girl has

"She's not my wife, I didn't attend the wedding, I didn't go to the altar with her.. my brother did and that makes her my brother's wife!" "No, it doesn't. Your brother went to the altar with her in your name, she's legally your wife" Thanatos mind drifted back to the big argument he had with his father. "Her name now is Jade Miguel O'Briens.. that's what makes her your wife!" "No! She's not, I have never acknowledge her as one and I will never acknowledge her!" Clark shook his head, his eyes landed on the lady in the photo frame. "If she's hiding from you, then it'll be very hard to find her"

The man I shared a bed with for the past five years had a legally wedded wife and two children. To make things worse, he had been secretly dosing me with contraceptives all this time! Now, I was pregnant with a child he would never acknowledge as his. - I wandered out of the company like a lost soul. Victoria Winston was the heiress to the Winston business empire. I was more than familiar with that name. Daniel Hudson had ranted about her more than once. “Victoria is arrogant just because she’s rich! I’ll never marry her, not even if I go broke!

As she made her way down the corridor, the sound of piercing screams echoed from the room she had just vacated. **** The tragic marriage ceremony hosted by the White Family had faded from public discourse after several months, but it still served as a touchstone for many whenever news about the family surfaced online. However, on a sunny day, the White Family made a stunning announcement of yet another marriage which sent shockwaves throughout Houston. This time, the bride had been switched from Chloe Wade to Margret Owen, sparking endless chatter and speculation. The Owen mansion was enveloped in an eerie silence, disturbed only by the faint glow of a cigarette held between the fingers of a

So he used her money to support a mistress on the side. Naturally, Nancy lost it, picking fights with him every other day. But none of it worked. It didn't win Keith back. If anything, it pushed him even further away. In the end, he didn't even bother hiding it—he brought the mistress right into their home. Just like she had once done to me. Nancy couldn't take it. The day she stabbed that mistress in the heart was the same day I married Valerie. Soon, Valerie gave birth to our daughter.

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"