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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

"Is it your boyfriend coming to pick you up?" Jessy’s cheeks flushed a soft pink as her gaze flickered—almost nervously—toward me. "He’s not my boyfriend… not yet," she replied, her voice almost a whisper. Excusing herself, Jessy stood and left. Watching Jessy go, Alpha Maurice turned to me with a tired smile. "Don’t mind her, Ms. Ceres. The man picking her up is Alpha Richard Winston, your ex-husband. My wife introduced them. She’s been fond of him since they were children, and now… well, things are progressing naturally."

Easy to replace. He fixed his gaze on Jess, irritation lacing his tone. "Oh? You already have a husband?" Jamie had said she was one of the top campus beauties. Did university girls get married this early? 'Damn it… Someone's stolen the head start!' he couldn't help thinking. "Shit!" Lucien cursed under his breath. Then he reconsidered. Jess was seductive as hell—probably not a virgin since high school. "Where's your husband? Bring him out! Heh… let me talk to him. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to hand over his wife to me!"

"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.

“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.”

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.

Natasha: [I guess it’s my bad luck. Jessica: [We’re both unlucky folks, right? Can you believe my husband is secretly seeing Dr. Olivia? I think we were destined to meet. We share a common enemy.] She even attached a photo of me leaving Theo’s office. Dr. Natasha: [So my assumption is right that the hospital management favors her. Now I know why. I’m so sorry you had to go through this, Jessica.] After Some Days. Jessica: [Tasha, I’m in deep pain. Theo wants a divorce. Guess who now lives in his Villa.]