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"Who?" "Matthew Morrison. He arrived three weeks ago with his son for medical treatment. Dr. Sloane Fisher is treating the boy for trauma-related selective mutism." The room went very quiet. "Bianca's ex-husband," I said slowly. "Is here. In my city. With their son." "Yes." "And you're just telling me this now?" "We weren't sure if you knew," Klaus said carefully. "If Bianca had mentioned it, or if you wanted to be informed—"

But when I opened the door, it wasn't my wife standing there. It was Ramona Lincoln, my wife's best friend. She wore a tight black bodycon dress that hugged every curve. Her breasts strained against the fabric, full and round, impossible to ignore. The hem barely grazed her thighs, leaving her long, slender legs on full display—sheer black stockings giving way to a teasing glimpse of bare skin at the top. I stood there, stunned. My body reacted instantly. I'd been expecting my wife, so I'd answered the door in nothing but loose shorts. The tent I was pitching was unmistakably obvious.

A bright smile curled at the corner of my lips. He hesitated, and finally. “Fine,” he pulled out his phone. My phone buzzed. 600 million. Already in my account. Selena was finished. She ran toward me, shouting my name, completely unaware of what had just happened. “Hey, Lysandra! Didn’t expect you to come and make a scene tonight at my birthday!” I turned slowly to her. “I’m making it more interesting,” I said, and walked past her. Victor opened his mouth to address the media, flustered. “Lysandra is my wife!” he shouted, eyes wide as cameras focused on him. “There is no mistress!”

Victoria asked. Tábata, Brandon and Mr. Lambert did not avoid looking at her. She didn't even bother to give them a look. "I believe that after the responses you have received, nothing, nothing in the world, I believe, can be compared to the good news that my son, Brandon Lambert, will soon marry Miss Tábata Peña here.” And it was at that moment that Tábata and Brandon lost their breath. That couldn't be true, they couldn't have heard correctly.

he murmured, returning his lips to mine. "Where's your wife?" I asked, breathlessly. "She's right here, in front of me," Brandon whimpered. I momentarily forgot that I had just signed the authentic marriage license. "No, I mean, where is Rachel?" I clarified. "She's fucking Jared in one of the guest rooms, as usual," Brandon replied, causing me to lift his head to look into his eyes. "So, you knew they've been seeing each other?" I questioned. "I'm no fool, Jewel," Brandon said, locking his mouth with mine again.

As soon as he announced he had a wife, she began to make her presence known. The entire office was itching for gossip, but with Jonathan grilling them to fast-forward some of the projects, they could only focus on their work. Moreover, rumors spread like wildfire that he would take two weeks off. Everyone speculated whether he would spend that time with his recently reconciled wife. Jonathan Smith’s Wife became a hot topic on the internet as everyone speculated who she was. Vivian was out of the running as she had been hovering around him all the time. Jonathan’s statement had come as a slap in the face. It made her desperate.

He just smiled. “no my wife is absolutely perfect. We just had our first child and everything is wonderful at my house.” Jonathan said as he looked at her and knew that he was going to start playing word games with all of them. Ever she had thought that they were coming after him because they knew that jade was the patient in question and the fact that he had married her so quickly was one of those issues that he didn't forsey when he put in the paperwork for everything.

Jonathan snapped immediately. “Mia is my wife, I don’t care for how long she has been your sister or how much you think you know her. But trust me, you know absolutely nothing about this woman here. As for my company, she makes better decisions than anyone on my payroll has made in a long time. I can bet you that..” Jonathan’s voice thundered. Martha recoiled, Clara’s folded arms slowly dropped beside her and her eyes moved from my face to Jonathan’s. “You’ll regret this.” Martha murmured.