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"My name is Sadie, and this is my husband, Justin. We have been married for five years, and decided to have no children." "I am Joanna, and this is my husband, Greyson. We've been married for almost ten years now, and known each other all our lives, but we almost got divorced last month, we've been trying to get our spark back, thankfully, we have." I look at them, Grayson is looking at Joanna like she's the moon and star, I am quite sure they got their spark back. Perhaps they are not as young as we thought. We've been caught up in listening to them, that I forgot it's our turn, but as always, Fiona got this covered.

"well shouldn't I be grateful that you've been keeping that secret free of charge! Too bad, it won't be needed anymore. Breaking news - Desmond and I - we're not fake anymore. We're real couples now." "Excuse me?" He kicked the stone before him, a sign he thought I was bluffing. "Desmond loves me." "That I suspected." "And I love him too!" "Excuse you?" "You heard me, Richard. I have been trying to suppress it all along because my trauma wouldn't let me admit to love. But not anymore. Desmond and I are now mutually married." "Shut up!" He banged the car and I chuckled. "That's just the truth, Richard."

★ Sienna’s POV ★ “We just arrived the other day. My husband’s here for a business trip,” I explained with a polite smile, wrapping my fingers tighter around the cup in front of me. “Oh, you’re married?” Jiro asked, clearly surprised. He slowed down for a moment as he adjusted the chair across from me.

"Aaaa... Noisjy, look over here!" "Aaa...! He's so handsome. Look at him staring at me! Aaa...!" "I want to take a picture with you!" "Can you guys calm down? We're doing a photo shoot for a clothing commercial!" Amidst the shouts, I heard a man's voice attempting to pacify the crowd. "Please, everyone, calm down. I promise I'll take a picture with all of you after I finish my work." It was the voice of Noisjy, a.k.a. Noah Morgan — my husband's step-brother.

Jimmy sat two seats down from the head, clean again, eyes unreadable. Mara did not ask how anyone slept. “The husband watched. The claim stood. That part is paid.” She tapped the table. “Now Hale wants the rest of the debt in motion. Sienna does not hide behind a bedroom. Tomorrow she works the house the way she was raised to. Accounts. People. The east road list. The wife stays visible. Not locked west. Beside her.” Lily-Rose sat. Her body ached in a private way when the chair took her.

Joshua paused. "Yes." "How long have you been married?" "Five years." The crowd erupted in shock. "Is your wife the young, beautiful woman from Stroud Group's leaked video? The one who had a conflict with Connie Watson, who was later arrested?" Joshua's gaze darkened, his handsome, cold face devoid of emotion. "My marriage is a personal matter. No comment." Winter smiled self-deprecatingly. In the five years of their marriage, she'd poured her heart into caring for him, his family, and raising their child. She'd sacrificed herself for him for years, yet all of that was reduced to a single phrase from him. No comment.

Before I left, he crafted a necklace for me with a built-in micro camera. He kissed me hard, his tone paranoid as he said, “Aurora, you’re my everything. I can’t have you leave my sight. If I lose track of you, I’ll lose my mind.” I knew how twisted his need for control was, but to put him at ease, I willingly wore the necklace and headed into the desert. Every single day out there, he watched me through that camera. However, who would’ve guessed that a man who loved me to the bone would secretly start a family with another woman?

Noel immediately pounced, grabbing his lapel and dragging him inside. “Help me or fuck me, Vincenzo, but I’m not leaving here unsatisfied.” Vincenzo blinked. “Noel.” “Yes, my darling husband?” “There’s a stroller outside.” “She’s asleep.” “There are cameras…” Noel grinned. “There are ways.” “You’re five months pregnant.” “And still hotter than hell, aren’t I?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He shoved Vincenzo back against the mirror, kissing him with heat and abandon. His hand slid down to the buckle of Vincenzo’s belt.

A promise made behind closed doors. This was a declaration. A spectacle. A cage. “Sienna Blake,” Noah said clearly, his voice steady and confident. “You have made me the happiest man alive. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” The diamond sparkled, cruel and beautiful. Cameras flashed nonstop. Champagne corks popped somewhere behind her. Her mother stood at the edge of the crowd, tears streaming down her face. Her father nodded with approval. Eleanor Callahan pressed her hands to her chest, satisfaction shining in her eyes.

Leo immediately started pulling on Noah's ear, making him laugh. "I thought the groom wasn't supposed to see the bride before the ceremony," I teased, adjusting Noah's collar. "I'm a billionaire, Elena. I make my own rules," Noah smirked, but his eyes were soft as he looked at me. "Besides, I couldn't wait another minute to make you mine legally. I've been your husband in my heart since the day I met you on that tarmac." We walked out onto the lawn together. As the music started, a soaring, orchestral piece, the guests rose. I saw my colleagues from the Titans, the friends I had made in Boston, and the people who had stood by me during the storm.