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“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

On our wedding day, my wife, Jessica Burke, a CEO as well, got into the wrong wedding limousine and ended up spending the night with her male assistant, Callum Ross. The next day, she came back covered in red marks. Kneeling before me, she begged for my forgiveness and swore she would fire Callum and never see him again. But one year later, I saw her in the OB/GYN department when she was supposed to be overseas on a business trip. She was holding a crying, hungry baby in her arms. And beside her stood Callum, who had supposedly disappeared for an entire year. In a fit of rage, I kicked them out of the hospital. Unexpectedly, the baby disappeared that very night. Jessica blamed everythi

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

I replied, sitting back down while my wife came behind me to rub my shoulders. “What could be worse than that?” she queried. “Apparently, Tara’s husband is an abusive asshole and now I know Jay wants to save the damsel in distress,” I said, taking Ally’s hands to kiss as I pulled her to stand in front of me. “Oh shit,” she said as I kissed her round belly, “So if he continued with the plan, it’d be like he was kicking her while she was already down.” “Yup,” I said, leaning back in my chair as my wife sat on my lap.

“Something wrong, Tara?’ asked Melissa. But the child stubbornly refused to make eye contact as she mumbled something about everything being fine. After a few minutes of trying to coax the truth from her, Melissa let her go. But she watched the girl walk out with a sense of disquiet. * Later that night, when Melissa was at home, grading papers while the snow fell softly, and the evening deepened into night, she stopped to gaze abstractedly at the fire. Her older son, Jack, came to her and said gently, ‘Mommie?’ Melissa looked into the eyes of her son, the son born of her first lover, ‘What is it, Mommie?’ asked the young man as he settled down on the rug beside her, at her feet. Tristan, her

“That’s disgusting.” “Welcome to the family you married into.” “I didn’t marry that part.” Jess leaned forward, voice low. “Vanessa was married to Ethan’s dad. Ryan was his golden boy. If this gets out—” “It’ll be a bigger scandal than our balcony footage,” I said. “Exactly.” I rubbed my temples. “Why are they all so good at self-destruction?” Jess smiled, just a little. “It’s probably genetic.” We finished eating in silence. Jess retired back to her hotel room around eleven, claiming she needed to answer emails before her inbox declared war.

“If you insist that I’m hiding something from you from four years ago, then it’s probably the matter about Jess.” Olivia’s eyes lit up. “Jess? What happened to her?” “Back then, I found out her husband didn’t die, but I didn’t want you to get involved, so I didn’t tell you.” Zac exhaled. “I’m sorry. I should have told you.” “That’s all?” “Yeah, that’s all. What did you think it was?” Olivia shook her head and blamed herself. She had been doubting Zac. How foolish of her.

"Shut up, Dylan. Even though she looks more like his Papa, I'm sure that one hundred percent, my blood is the winner, that's why she's this beautiful. Isn't it?" "Hmm, for now I'll agree." They laughed. "But I'm really happy. It's a really different feeling, especially now that I can see and kiss her." Despite my pain, I forced a smile. While I truly rejoiced for Chelsea, her remarks stung me to the core. My husband's affair had caused me a miscarriage, prevented me from having the child I had yearned for, and I couldn't help but think back on that. The wound I have because of this will never heal, and every time I remember it, my anger for him grows stronger.

So did Jessica. “My son.” He goes on talking. “I gave birth to Olivia. I know her more than you think you do. She is a manipulating girl. She has lied her way into your heart. She doesn't deserve you. Jessica here is meant to be your wife. That's the truth and you have to accept it. But let’s not rush. We will slowly dissolve your marriage with Olivia. When that is done, you and my second daughter here can finally be together. Come on, let's put the past behind us. Let's go have a drink man to man.” He stretched forth his hand gesturing for a handshake with a smile on his face.

"I just left the house, and now you two show up at the hospital. You'd go to any length to fake being sick, wouldn't you?" She set Oliver down and took his hand. The boy was still a little short of breath, but his cheeks were rosy. He looked perfectly fine. Mark, standing next to Jessica, sighed and shook his head. "Ryan, I hate to be the one to say this, but Jessica and I are divorced. You two are the married couple now. She and I only stay in touch because of our son." His words sounded like advice, but the mockery in his voice was impossible to miss.