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Despite the fact that I would only be met with a somber and dark, and quiet living room, I found myself inexplicably thrilled to return home. I reached the villa at precisely 2:40 am. As I drew closer, I couldn’t help but feel increasingly anxious for some inexplicable reason. Slowly opening the door, I beheld a serene sight. A stunning woman, akin to a queen capable of commanding a whole universe, slumbered peacefully on the couch, clutching a photo album. Our marriage photo album. [Note: Our electricity just came back few hours ago! I'll post the 4 remaining chapters the same time I posted the 5 chapters yesterday! Let me know your thoughts about the chapters I posted yesterday!]

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

"Amelia Reeves." "Martin's wife." She nodded. "How long have you been married?" "Three years." "And in those three years, how much did you know about your husband's work?" She lifted her head. Her eyes were red. "He doesn't tell me much. He keeps me separate from it." "Convenient." I leaned against the wall. "Your husband kidnapped someone. "A woman I care about. You knew nothing?" "I only found out last night."she swore "Last night?"

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

We are both laying on the sofa. My eyes flutter from her question. "Well... I don't---" I hold up my thought. I can't be with her. She is already someone's wife and of all the people it's the actor that I loved so much. "No, I can't. No... Why did I allow this? This is a mistake." I flinch when she picked up a strand of my hair. "I'm sorry so sorry you have to be in this awkward situation... Since I'm a married woman." She finally broke the silence.

"I'm her husband." I wanted to roll my eyes when the woman next to her whispered something in her ear. It was a loud whisper, and that's why I heard it. "It's true he's her husband. Dra. Manzana wanted us to update Ms. Christenson's records," the woman said and immediately went back to what she was doing. The woman immediately typed something on the desktop keyboard in front of her, then looked up at me. "We're sorry for the inconvenience, but we promise to update Mrs. Vasco's record as soon as possible. Your wife is on the 3rd floor, where Dra. Manzana is checking up on her."

I wouldn't feel comfortable until I returned to the mansion, together with you. The woman had remained silent, all the time, in which Caspian had been speaking, the woman did not know what to say, the information was difficult for her to process, she did not expect that the reason why her husband was ill, before returning was that. Sara felt moved but at the same time scared, for what could have happened to her if it were not for the fact that her husband was extremely observant and careful around her, however, that did not give her enough calm that she needed after finding out, that she had been the victim of a kidnapping, a possible rape and murder, her baby, her Alandaluz, could not have

“See this? He marked me as his mate and as his wife. I am his wife! That is my husband!” But the woman only held my arm tighter. “I know that is why I tug you along with me.” She clutched my chin and forced me to look back at the happy pair. “Look at your husband, Mariana. Look at how he takes another woman as his wife proudly. He never did this to you. He kept you from the world like a dirty secret while he is parading this woman to be his new wife… all while you rot in your goddamn jail for the sin that you did not do.”

“This is a joke. He’s my husband, and I—” “You don’t love him. Or do you want me to tell Kenneth McCarty that I know where you are?” Maria cut in. Naomi stood up. “Mason is my husband. Even if I had a rough past, I’m not leaving my husband.” She turned and walked out. Maria scoffed and looked at her assistant. “A rough past, she says. Yet she’s still in contact with her team to steal from my son. Send all you found to Mason. Let’s see if she can still say ‘my husband,’” Maria sneered.