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The Cole patriarch's anger eased a little at the explanation since it sounded reasonable. But before the tension could fade, Maggie spoke again, hitting where it hurt most. "Still lying ? "she snapped, a sharp edge sneaking into her voice. "You don't even know where your own wife is ? " Julian's expression hardened, his tone dropping to ice. "How would you know anything about my family ? Have you been spying on us ? " Maggie didn't even blink. "Don't change the subject, Julian. If you're so sure she's safe, then call her right now in front of everyone. "

"That is all you get." The gate opened. Elena Kesser was a woman of grief. She sat in her living room looking at the picture ofher late husband. "Why are you here?" Elena said. Maria sat in front of her. “I know you loved your husband. I know you want justice for him. So do I." Elena's laugh was bitter. "Justice? Your husband took Daniel from me. From our children. And you defend him." "Because he did not do it," Maria said, pulling out the documents she brought. " Marcus Chen—your husband's legal advisor. Did you know he collected money after he left Daniel's firm?"

the woman whispered as her husband didn't talk anymore. When the man was already asleep, Gabriella's cell phone suddenly brightened. Without making much movement, the woman checked the incoming message from Mia. “Mr. Julian just had a big fight with his father. He kept claiming to be the illegitimate son, but Mr. Herbert did not accept. Julian still has to serve as CEO." Reading the report, Gabriella let out a faint breath. Wrinkling her eyebrows, she looked down at her husband. “It seems, your father is still stuck in the denial phase. The worries you feared haven't come yet, Max."

If he had done that, the scene would have been far less awkward. At the very least, it would have appeared harmonious on the surface. But Julian didn’t take the bait. Instead, he coldly shoved her hand away, his gaze locking onto mine. "Chloe and I are nothing." Chloe’s face turned pale. Julian stepped forward, voice steady but firm. "My wife is Evelyn White, heiress of the White family. We have been married for five years. We’ve had our ups and downs, but divorce was never in the picture."

"Julian has already given two statements. One through his lawyers — professional, measured, focused on the company's future and his quote *love and concern for Evelyn's wellbeing.* The second was off the record, to three different gossip correspondents who will run it by the end of the day." "What does the second one say?" Margot's expression didn't change, but something behind her eyes sharpened. "That you suffered a breakdown following a miscarriage last year. That Killian Blackwood has been manipulating a vulnerable woman. That the pregnancy is possibly not real, or if it is, that you have been *confused* about the timeline due to — and I am quoting directly — *emotional instability.*" Th

“Henry, I have never heard anyone apologizing in such a self-righteous manner. I don’t mind showing up, but Violet has to beg me to.” Henry scowled at that. “Don’t cross the line, Luna. No matter what, I’m your husband. Do you really want me to stay crippled forever?” “Husband?” I scoffed. “Have you forgotten the fact that you signed the divorce agreement? We’re already divorced. You were supposed to get your last dose yesterday. If you continue dragging this out, you can say goodbye to your legs.” I watched as Henry’s face turned pale. In an instant, he told Violet all that I had said.

She wore an elegant white dress, her face was glowing, and her hand was intimately intertwined with Julian's. "Mr. Kessler," a journalist's voice rang out on the screen. "Your marriage has only just entered its fourth week, yet you've gathered us all here. Is there major news from Kessler Group?" Julian smiled. A triumphant smile that made my blood boil. "Yes. We decided to share this happy news a little early. My wife is expecting our first child." The crystal tumbler slipped from my hand and crashed against the floor, shattering into pieces.

“Julian, what the fuck is happening?” Moretti whispered, tired and angry. “The guy I called,” Julian paused, sniffing silently, “he said Sean’s system was hacked.” Moretti threw me a sharp gaze, “your husband wants you back, right?” “I’m not married to the bitch.” I hissed, bitter in my spirit. “You fucking moll!” Julian slammed the car seat. “Either you lam or you go back to kissing their ass because nothing and dare I repeat, nothing!” His eyes widened, looking like a horror movie, “must happen to my daughter.”

Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world. It's Sunday today, and we're going on a trip to Paris for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get there and explore there with my beloved husband. I have never been out of New York before, so this is going to be my first trip out of here. How was I supposed to afford a trip out of the country when I could barely feed myself, let alone take care of my upkeep?

she asked. "Non, but I am married," I answered. "Oh my, how come? What about Wigan? You know he loves you," she exclaimed. "What Wigan? That local thug. Don't mention him again," I scolded. "But he really loves you; he is such a perfect man and comes from a wealthy family. I heard his family runs a diaper company, and they make lots of money every year. You should see how he changes cars," Juliana insisted.