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She opened her eyes and pressed her ear against the door, trying to figure out what was happening outside. "Ex-husband and ex-wife doing it in their old shared house. That's a kink I can get by," the man snickered, then instructed his subordinates, "Take Gwen Larson away!" Ben stiffened for a moment, then lunged forward to stop them. "She's not Gwen!" "I'm not Gwen! I'm not Gwen!" the woman wailed in terror. "I'm just doing this with him for the money. I don't know who Gwen is, and neither am I his ex-wife! You've got the wrong person!"

Stares follow me, officers pausing mid-conversation, whispers rippling through the room. I don’t care. Let them talk. Let them choke on their curiosity. “I’m here for my wife,”. I start, no hesitation. The young officer behind the desk stiffens, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She’s fresh-faced, probably barely out of the academy, and I can already see the apology forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry, sir… who is your wife?” she asks carefully. “Marion Storm,” I answer, the name rolling out like thunder. “She was brought in a few hours ago.”

Gladyce unlocked the lock and got ready to leave. However, when it was launched, it was discovered that the yacht was a double lock... Moreover, the lock that was started had a password. "Hmm?" Gladyce frowned. "What should I do? Why is it so complicated?" There were people patrolling the night. Gladyce raised her head and shouted, "Hey! Come here!" The people on duty were surprised to see Gladyce. "Madam?" "It's your wedding night. Why is your wife here? Where are you?"

Hawk looked like he was reconsidering loyalty. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered. One of the men raised a hand hesitantly. “Boss… I got married last year.” The governor didn’t blink. “Your wife’s identity has been integrated.” The man opened his passport again. His wife’s face stared back from the partner section. He looked stunned. “You did a background check on my wife?” “Of course.” The room moved from laughter to quiet awe.

Upon seeing Liam, Chuck immediately stood up, but his eyes lit up when he laid them on Gwyneth. "Mr. Luther, long time no see. And who might this be..." Chuck didn't have any ulterior motives, but appreciation for beauty proved to be universal, and he was no exception. Without a trace of hesitation or animosity, Liam responded with an air of confidence, his hand gracefully encircling Gwyneth's waist. His voice resonated with conviction as he introduced her, "This is my wife." Chuck said, "Ah, Mrs. Luther, I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

John asked his subordinate. "He's trying to force his way in," explained the officer, still holding back Grey's body. Impatiently, Grey shouted, "My wife is inside there!" John looked at the handsome man before him and nodded. He then asked, "Is your wife a patient here?" "Yes," Grey replied, "I was supposed to pick her up tomorrow to go back home." "What's your wife's name?" John inquired. "Keyara... her name is Keyara Reed," Grey said, "So please let me in and find my wife. Maybe she's in the crowd."

Rob explains. “Family doesn’t keep a secret like that,” Max says in a low voice. He takes my hand, “Come with me, my love.” “I’m glad this is working out for you,” says Rob. “I was a little worried that you wouldn’t accept your wife. Granma and Grampa did well picking your mom and your aunt.” “Stay away from me and my wife,” Max replies. He pulls me away from Rob.

My wife Cynthia Bolton's voice was soft, but her words hit my chest like a ton of bricks. I stared down at the floor, my mind racing as I tried to process what she'd just said. Seeing my sheer disbelief, Cynthia let out another sigh and explained calmly, "The night before the divorce went through, we didn't use protection. You and I weren't married yet, and it was all consensual. I'm sorry I kept it from you." Her words left my brain completely numb.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.