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she replied. "Done," I replied kissing her forehead and she drifted off to sleep. Thank you so much God for blessing me with this beautiful girl. I don't know when my mysterious wife became my life. She is still mysterious to me I feel like that. Am I feeling right or wrong?............... THE END. This is final end of Aaron's and Shraddha's journey. Good bye 👋.

"I'll be brutally honest with you. I've been seeing someone else for a while now! He's young, handsome, gentle, and considerate. Most importantly, I already bought a penthouse at Quantum Heights in full, and it's under his name! "Did you really think I was going to live in that shoebox with an old bore like you for the rest of my life? Once we're divorced, I'm moving to Quantum Heights to be with Tristan. He'll take good care of me, and I'm going to spend the rest of my days enjoying the high life in a mansion!" At last, she couldn't keep up the act anymore.

But that was the least of my worries as she had turned towards me now and was shooting me a glare. "I'm sorry, boss, I tried to stop her…" Capon's man was saying but was shut up almost immediately as Capon shut him a deadly glare. "You didn't tell me…" Capon started to say. The woman shoved him away and walked past him stopping before me. "You, isn't it enough that your miserable self can't pay up a debt. Now you choose to seduce my husband?" What? Husband? His wife? I looked at the woman and then at Capon and back at the woman again and it immediately sank in. The famous Capon's wife that even the Capon himself dreaded.

Her phone lit up again. I walked over. On the screen was a preview of WhatsApp notifications: James: [Your husband came today, I’m so scared. [Will he hurt our child? [When are you coming to see Noah? He says he misses his Mom.] The shower was silent.

She almost bumped into the woman as she was rushing. “Excuse me?” she softly asked. She stared at the woman, tall and wearing a tight-fitting dress. She looked even taller with her five-inch stilettos. The woman arched her eyebrow and even with sunglasses on, Lirah knew she was being scrutinized from head to toe. “Do I know you?” Lirah asked again. “So, it’s true. Matias is married, and you are the wife, right?” Lirah furrowed her brow. “Who are you? Do you know my husband?”

"Who? Speak clearly!" The woman held out several photos, it was a photo of her eating with a man. Also when they are sleeping, then some are in the office. Cia raised an eyebrow, this man was her husband, but the problem was when would Zeno do all this if he had been at home for the last few days? "This...my husband?" Cia asked doubtfully. "Then what does that have to do with me?" The woman turned to face Cia and knelt, "I beg you, your husband must take responsibility and marry me."

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.

the woman seems in doubt. If I'm not mistaken, that woman is Evo's wife. I only saw her once at their wedding and I can say that my friend's wife is beautiful but there seems to be something wrong. "Yes, I'm sure," I answer quickly. “My husband will just send the doctor's number. And I’m warning you never to flirt with this doctor if you don’t want a genital mutilation. And also this Doctor can kill you if you tried flirting with her. I’m just giving you a warning because you're my husband's friend.”

We talked for another hour and by the time she finished talking I had more on Silas Moretti than Dante had managed to find in two weeks of looking. When the conversation reached a natural end she reached for her bag and I signaled for the bill. "One more thing," I said. She looked at me. "The woman," I said. "She is my wife." Something moved across her face. Quick and complicated. "Your wife?" "She has been spending considerable time at his penthouse," I said as her pale eyes held mine. "She seems to matter to him," I said. "More than the others apparently." Ulla looked at me for a long time without speaking. The hostess brought the bill and I paid it without looking at it and when the hoste