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Robert said and Jessica gave him an icy glare. “And who is this young man? Is he one of your gigolo?” Robert asked as his eyes moved towards Matthew. “Matthew is not a gigolo, he’s my husband. Oh, you missed the wedding, because you were in prison, I wonder who brought you out” Jessica said looking so furious “Matthew Windsor,” Matthew said as he brought his hands for a handshake which Robert rejected. “Let’s go,” Jessica said to Matthew and they both walked away. “It seems like you hate him so much,” Matthew asked while trailing behind Jessica.

“I just can’t remember my parents’ faces. I can’t remember my highschool. It’s all a bit faded but everything after the accident is crystal clear.” “Dios Mio!” Gabriel whispered to himself with his hands on his head. “I know you’ll have a hard time believing me but you need to hear me out,” Gabriel pleaded. Jessica stared at him as she had no choice. “You are the wife of my boss, Hugo Ortiz. You were married for a year before you were snatched away from him,” Gabriel revealed. Jessica waited for the punchline for the straight up weird joke but the old man seemed serious. “You were living happily before you were abducted by that architect.”

His mom was a traditional woman. “I'll talk to her, I promise to be a good girl and I won't treat this like it's not a real marriage,” Jessy said pleading with Chase, she didn't know of any man who was intelligent and hardworking. Chase was a good man, a lawyer, and now the vice president of David's company. “This is not a movie… I can't just sign a contract to be your husband, damn it”Chase was irritated with the lady before him. She was insistent on trapping him in this.

"As convincing as the recording was, some people might say it was fabricated right? Well here's true evidence just in case." Jessica appeared on the screen behind her with her son in her hands. She looked so afraid and tense. Cara continued. "This is Jessica Knowles, ex wife of Chris Knowles. Yes, they are divorced. After finding out that Jeremy is not his own son, Chris attempted to murder him. If you don't believe the words from my own mouth, how about you hear it from the horse's mouth?" She stepped aside so they could have a clearer view of Jessica.

"I just came to ask you one question, Jose Luiz, and I hope you tell me the truth." "Okay?" Jose Luiz said slowly, his expression showing that he didn't like where this was going. "Where did you take my husband last night, Jose?" Jose Luiz frowned. "Sorry. Is there a problem, Madam?" Desiree bit her lip. "Just tell me, Jose. Where did you take my husband last night?” "I'm sorry, Mrs. Butler, but if the boss hasn't told you about it, then he probably doesn't want you to know so I can't tell you.”

I said. He hadn't even sat down when I asked him, "What stage of the divorce are we in right now?" Mitchell frowned as he looked up at me. "I'm not divorcing you, Cherie Hudson." I was taken aback at that. Shortly after, I scoffed and said, "I thought you'd be super eager about it. But would your daughter and your mistress agree to you not divorcing me, Mitchell?" When he heard me say that, he quickly explained himself. "You've misunderstood. It was all a trap set by Bianca. I never had any children with her. Not in the past and certainly never in the future! If you don't believe me, I can take a DNA test—"

A life where the name Walton meant nothing, where my boys could be children first, not heirs. Before closing my laptop, I allowed myself one moment of weakness. I typed "Michael Walton" into the search bar. His face appeared on the screen—older than in my memories, new lines around his eyes. He stood at some charity function, smiling that public smile that never reached his eyes. The caption noted his recent expansion of Halgate Group and mentioned he remained "one of New Jersey's most eligible bachelors." So he hadn't married Jessica after all. The thought brought a satisfaction I didn't want to examine too closely.

The random reporter asked his question before turning his mic to Jessica. Jessica gulped while deciding to shut her mouth, and Sebastian looked here and there while placing his hand on his waist. "So, rumours are true—you divorced Mr. Harper Richardson and remarried another man!" Jordan muttered. "Tell me, is this true?" All the reporters started barking like dogs. "Oh yes, it's a real story, but it's none of your business!" Jessica yelled at the top of her lungs. "I got married to a second man and lived with him for so many years, but now I have come to my son because I am missing him—I want my son back!" Jessica said everything in one breath before sharing a look with Sebastian.

The first time she tried, nothing relevant surfaced apart from the older businessman's profession, his previous position in a big-name production company, an old office address, and some business articles mentioning him being affiliated with a pharmaceutical company. Turns out, Magnus was also the husband of Evonne "Evie" Jablonsky, Darren's older sister. Jessi grabbed her phone. Like Jenson, her boredom and the loneliness during quarantine hit their peak that she ended up passing the time researching his background, and digging up on Charmaine van den Hoven. Jessi frowned at her phone, disappointed that she didn't uncover much. Jenson wasn't even in Charmaine's social media posts, which wer

"Dude, it's almost ten. In no universe is this early. Unless you didn't plan to get out of bed at all." I crashed into a sofa while Justin went on. "And I did text you, multiple times! Did you even check your phone?" As if to call me out, my phone buzzed with a notification only a foot away from me. Justin gave me a look. I made my eyes look somewhere else. I cleared my throat. Justin chuckled, taking a seat on the other end of the round sofa. "I'm sorry I missed your wedding," he said. "You know how work is. But Sylvester Harmony's granddaughter? Nice! Where is your wife anyway?"