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asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?

Tonight was the party, a chance to secure a deal with the mystery designer, Viatrix. Rumors swirled about Viatrix, the mystery designer who had gained fame overnight and stayed popular all these years. Tonight, she was supposed to make an appearance, and I wanted to be there. I needed to secure a collaboration for my company and meeting her could be the key. The private party was in full swing when I arrived with Alex. The guests kept on whispering about Viatrix. Then when the host took the stage and introduced the woman behind the name Viatrix, a rush of emotions hit me all at once. Shock, confusion, regret. Especially when I saw that the woman who walked in was no other than my ex-wife— Vi

“I heard your little conversation. I didn't mean to, I mean I was here first but I did hear it. And I know that you hate Xaden.” “Last chance before I leave your deadbody for that fucker to find…” the stranger hissed at me, taking on angered step forward. I moved back immediately, sucking in a breath. “I'm his ex wife…” I blurted out. His expression morphed into shock for a brief second. “Look, you and I seem to have a common goal here. Xaden and I were married before he found her. I want my husband and it seems you want her too…” I hinted the last bit with a smile and I watched the man relax, his stance returning back to normal.

He chuckled because I know he get it. "She's been busy with work so...it must be the reason," he said. I nodded and my eyes drifted down at the coffee he made. I can't trust this man and I am smart to not to sip that coffee. Maybe he's also just acting like me. I don't want to trust him. His family is a criminal. "Did you know that...my wife is...Farris' ex?" He suddenly opened up the topic. I tried so hard to maintain my calm face.

One number was constant, dating back to when she suddenly stopped coming around me. The person she'd been in constant communication with was my uncle. With that much evidence, I didn't need more. I hopped out of my car and went back into the station. The officers who watched me leave had questionable faces when they saw me walk back in. "I want to file a report." I started talking to the DPO directly. "I have a suspect for my wife's murder." His expression tensed at my words and he looked taken aback, his lips slightly opened and for a second, I thought he was going to give me that story that it was just a mysterious accident.

she asked, trying to sound calm. Ethan's smile was enigmatic. "I could ask you the same thing," he said. "What were you doing at the warehouse?" Ava hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Ethan's eyes made her trust him. "I met someone," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who claims to know the truth about you and the Kyrios." Ethan's expression changed, his eyes narrowing. "Who was it?" he asked, his voice tight with tension.

They rushed me into the emergency room and what looked like chaos ensued as the EMT’s told the nurses and doctor what happened to me and what they had already done to treat my symptoms. When everyone dispersed, the doctor asked, “So, who did you piss off?” I shrugged, “Apparently Aliyah Adams does not like the fact that my, now, ex-husband’s mistress is in jail for perjury. She lied on the stand during the hearing for our divorce. I’m, apparently, to blame for that. Please, help me make sense of this, doc.”

I nodded my head as he continued. "Three months after the divorce, Mellisa tried to match me with many women but non of them were like you. Three months after the divorce I met a college friend of mine, who shared his story of how a man blackmailed his wife and him by showing morphed nudes of his wife. As soon as he said the word morphed something itched in me and I got those photos checked to find out the truth was that they were morphed. I hired my trusted investigators to find the person behind it. We found out it was Mellisa. She confessed her mistake and explained after that she never liked you. She thought a orphan like you would never match our standards. I am sorry love." Tristan loo

I had her ex-family invited to the wedding, only for that bastard Milo to try hitting her. My fingers clenched into fists at the memory. If not for the laid-down rules of the Mafia Consortium, I’d have spilled his blood. Another post popped up that someone had tagged me in on TikTok. The media was clearly obsessed with my wife. I had been too at a certain point. She intrigued me in a way no female ever has. It felt like she gave all she had, but there was still a piece of her she held back and hid from the world, and it drove me crazy trying to find out what it could be.

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean