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Hayden took a step forward and the guards followed instantly. “My wife is innocent,” he said, his tone louder now. “And she will not be harassed like this. Not by you. Not by anyone.” The officers shifted uneasily, feeling undermined by Hayden’s presence alone. “Hayden,” I whispered, but didn’t hear me. Or maybe he did, and couldn’t stop. “You want a suspect?” he continued. “Then do your jobs properly. Tear this house apart if you must, question my staff again. But you will not parade my wife out like a trophy to satisfy your incompetence.”

The woman was led out of the witness box while I kept staring at her, wondering what would have prompted someone as old as her to testify against me and try to ruin my character. The judge asked the prosecutor if he had any more witnesses but he said no. In conclusion, he said, "Your honor, an innocent man has been murdered. A young life has been cut short because of the greed of an immoral woman. We all know that the accused is married to one Mr. Grey and the proof is here with me. As of this moment, they have not gotten divorced. However, she quickly moved to another man while still married to her husband. That alone tells us of her character, which is consistent with who Greg was head ove

“We are alphas, and you’re an alpha’s wife. Why are you talking to us like this? You should speak to us properly. You never know when you might need us to get your husband released.” Elgin’s words stopped me in my tracks. I stood there, staring at him. “I know my husband is innocent,” I replied confidently. “He has not done anything wrong. So I don’t need anyone’s help. An innocent person will get released anyway.” I said this because I knew damn well Ron would never do something so ridiculous. But the look on their faces was filled with a scummy attitude. Elgin licked his front teeth while smirking, and Graham lowered his head to chuckle. They were purposely doing this to get to me.

He lowered his head in shame as he added. "I have no excuses for my behavior or thoughtlessness here, but I believed all the lies told by the Aprices. While I don’t have any proof, and I have not looked into her, I believe my wife is a decent person and not at all like the promiscuous gold-digger the Aprices painted her to be.” “I treated my wife horribly. I don’t remember her name. I don’t remember how she looked or how old she was then. I don’t remember anything about her at all. I don’t know where she is. Until a few hours ago, I had forgotten I was even married."

he said, “Take your little hero moment with Faith Porter. She might not have been directly involved in the money laundering her boss did for the Westies, but she sure as hell knew what she was getting into. The same guy had a wife and a kid at home, and she didn’t seem to mind playing the homewrecker. And had the balls to get her boyfriend bailed out of jail. Doesn’t sound like an innocent woman to me.” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Right, blame the woman. Classic. The guy cheats on his family, and you’re pinning the whole thing on her? Like she’s the one who made vows and broke them.” He leaned back, a lazy, smug grin tugging at his lips. “Oh, I’m not saying he’s not a piece o

I caressed the edges of the glass and smiled because now I know I am heading towards the right path on making up to her “I love you too Mike. Come back soon” I kept the phone on the table and headed towards the window to have a view of the busy streets of San Francisco. “ I must have done some good things in my previous birth that I got such an understanding wife” That was it and I burst into fits of laughter. “Well that was quite easy Mike. Two years ago, everyone laughed at my decision and told me that I am a fool to get married to someone like Jenny, who neither belonged to my status nor a compatible partner for me but I knew, I knew it from the very first day that she is everything that

Britney was the woman who had an affair with my husband. I felt like I was seeing a movie. I wasn't able to react or do anything else. I watched silently as she took an oath, and afterward said, "I'm sorry, Marianne. I know you asked me to lie to everyone and cover for you. But I can't do that. I am under oath, and your husband was a very good man. An innocent life was lost and justice must prevail. Your honor, Marianne pushed her husband from the top of the stairs. She killed him with her hands and I witnessed it all."

I struggled against his grip, my face twisted in frustration. Mark blinked, glancing at the woman beside him, then asked, "She's your wife?" "Sorry, Jason. We didn't know she was your wife," Kevin said with a smirk, spreading his hands. "Who are you?" The woman Mark was holding pushed her hair back, furrowing her brows as she regarded me. "Donna, you're asking me… Wait. Who are you?" Just as I was about to launch into a tirade, I was confronted by a stranger's face and gasped instinctively.

"Of course! I am not interested in having a relationship with women and planned to live my life as a bachelor. I never pictured myself getting married and having a family of my own. I then met my wife who moved me by her innocence and kindness. You have no idea how foolish and naive she was. Valeria pawned all her jewelry just to save me from difficulties way before she knew my true identity. She doesn't have a knack for house chores but chose to learn cooking just for me. She was a timid person but decided to sort things out with my father just to be with me. She even intended to take away her own life upon receiving news that I may be dead. My wife would not have made it through if it were

Her pale, tear-stained face grimaced, despair clawing at her heart but she had to hold on until the trial in order to clear her name. “I’m innocent,” she mumbled as she splayed a hand over her lower belly. The reply came in the form of an echo—heels clacking against the floor—getting louder by the second. “What a terribly lovely sight,” said the newcomer in a mocking tone, her voice tainted with shrill delight. It was Lady Clementine, the woman who seduced her husband, the patriarch of House Winston, Duke Alec Winston. A guard who had accompanied her held a torch and positioned himself near the walls further behind.