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Jade says excitedly, as if it were a guessing game. "Don't be silly, Jade. Is it a drug dealer's son?" I suggest. "If someone dead can deal drugs, have a child, and still be married to Caroline," she looks at us, leans in, and opens the file, "Yes." "How come? Caroline is back?" Jade asks, somewhat frightened. "What drug dealer?" I ask. "Ethan Beadles." What? "For a moment, I thought I heard Ethan's name," Josh smiled. "That's exactly what I said. Look at the file."

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Lucille smiled, “It’s okay. It’s been a long time.” She stopped and looked at Judiel, “The woman I am with is not our mother. My real mother also died together with my father.” Judiel can’t say anything of what he heard. All he thinks is that Lucille and Lucky still have a parent. “I’m sorry,” he said. And was about to stand up, but Lucille stopped him. “It’s okay, and I am okay. Life is cruel towards us, but everything is fine….”

Suddenly, at the same time, an elegant woman with an old money aura appeared. "Have you two taken care of the paperwork?" The woman approached Aaron. "Yes, dear." Aaron held the woman's waist. She was Lucie. Aaron's wife. The woman looked at Bella with a cynical gaze. "You're fertile, right?" She asked in a dismissive tone. "Don't make me disappointed!"

And that’s when I heard it. A woman’s voice. “Lucien.” My heart dropped instantly. My eyes moved toward the reception area outside Lucien’s office. Someone was sitting at my desk. A woman. Elegant. Beautiful. Watching us calmly. Maricel Alexier. Lucien’s wife.

Williamson said. “Please, don’t mind me ladies but I have heard a rumour today. My maids were watching some viral video on the internet. They told me that Xavier Linwood’s first wife is back and you had a duel with her.” The same lady whom I recognized said with a malicious smirk. My face turned pale. I was dreading this moment. I stole a glance at Mrs. Williamson who was silent on this remark.

The affair had gone on for months. Then she had run away. Lucien Delano had been devastated, going around like a crazed animal when she had disappeared. When he brought her back, the two children with her, he had known that Lucien would never leave her. Inspite of all the women he had thrown in Lucien's way, the Don had remained obsessed with his wife. Sure, he had f*cked the wh*res he had sent to the Boss but eh man remained steadfast in his devotion to his wife.

“I went back six years, a year before she married Lucian. I got into archived surveillance, travel logs, financial traces, everything I could access and was finally able to get some footages of Elena and Nathan.” I held my breath as my grip on the phone tightened. “What’s on the footage?” “Mehn… they are both a piece of dirty work,” she replied, her tone dripping with a kind of disgust that made my stomach turn. “She was still involved with Nathan even after she got married to Lucian and even after your engagement with that piece of shit. I’m sure she was getting him all the information he needed on Delacroix.” “I suspected as much,” I muttered.

I must be out of my mind. Kissing a man I met two weeks ago, under a snow-covered tree, while my husband might be searching for me. Or maybe not. Edgar De Villiers is always too busy—too busy to notice me, too busy to even acknowledge our wedding anniversary. I am Jeanne Blanchard, married to Edgar for five years. Our life once seemed perfect, until everything changed. He grows distant, cold. I leave, lost in confusion, searching for something—someone—else.

“I’m Jodie, don’t you remember?” “Oh, it’s you.” Louis sounded indifferent. “Can I help you?” Jodie smiled. “I’ve returned to the academy. I heard that you’ve always been here, so I came over to see.” Her eyes then drifted toward Ryleigh. “Who is this?” Louis hugged Ryleigh’s shoulder. “My wife.” Jodie was surprised. “You’re married?” Louis squinted. “Is that weird?” Jodie shook her head. “No, I’m just surprised because I thought…” She looked down with a smile on her face. “I thought you would be with Xyla forever.”

After leaving the study, she headed straight to find her brother. Mason was in his office when she arrived. She closed the door behind her. “Tell me about Ethan Brooks.” Mason blinked. “You’re actually going through with it?” “Just tell me.” He sighed. “I’ve never met him personally.” That wasn’t the answer she wanted. “But I’ve heard things.” Mia sat down. “What things?” Mason rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s private. Extremely private.” He paused. “He was married. But his wife died in a car accident.”