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Even though the man had a slightly similar personality to Weylin, that was, both of them were always cold and anti-social, Neal was still one of the magnets that draws women closer. Angelica actually already knew about the reputation of the CEO of JOM, but she was still determined to approach Neal in the hope that he would be captivated by her beauty. Unfortunately, she had to swallow her hopes whole, because Neal apparently wasn't easy to beat. Weylin glanced lazily at his little brother who was walking casually as if he had done nothing embarrassing. Wait a minute, Weylin had the wrong thought. Shouldn't he be embarrassed because he caught his brother naked with a woman, right?

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

"Mr. Will…" The lady started. "What the hell is going on here?!" Daniel interrupted, his voice firm. Addison had never heard Daniel curse. "I'm sorry, Mr. Williams" She bowed. "Who are you?" He asked. "This is Emily Smith," James interjected. "the newly appointed assistant head of the marketing team." Daniel moved towards her, his height looming over her. "Who do you think you are to harass my wife like that? Have you gone mad?!"

“I welcome you to our engagement ceremony.” No matter what, Neil was her’s and Joshua’s son. Although their marriage was fake, when Neil returned to her, she did not hope that only Nigel and Nellie had this experience but Neil did not have it. Also, Nigel and Nellie were going to the ceremony that night, too. It was time for Nigel and Nellie to meet Neil. After passing him the invitation, Luna bent down and met his gaze. Her eyes were stern. “A week ago, I saw you at the beach. What are you doing there that night?”

she accused her. Bracing herself for the free fall she was about to attempt, Shanaya cleared her throat. “Neil wants to get married. To Kirti. Kirti Kapoor. Dhruv’s younger sister.”

“You don’t need to come in for work till next week. I will have everything handled perfectly in your stead.” “Dealing with my wife’s nagging is enough. I don’t need you breathing down my neck too.” Tony parts his lips to reply, then stops, his eyes narrowing at his phone screen. “Speaking of your wife, it seems she’s having the best time of her life right now.” “What are you talking about?" “I follow Kiara Vaughn on social media,” he says, stretching his phone to me. “Is that your wife in a club?” I snatch the phone, squinting at the screen as Tony watches. The woman on the screen is Selene, and she isn’t alone. She’s dancing with a man.

One comment caught everyone's attention. [Wait… isn't this guy our company's tech director, Luke Flandern? Didn't he get married ages ago? I literally saw his wife at our company family day last month, and that woman in the video is definitely not her.] That comment was like a rock thrown into a calm lake—it instantly stirred up massive waves. Netizens were shocked and immediately started demanding answers. The user, who claimed to be Luke's coworker, replied with absolute certainty: [It's 100% true. His wife's name is Avery Anderson. She's really sweet and down to earth. The woman in the white dress standing in the corner of the video, the one who barely smiled, is his actual wife. She was

I had brushed it off, filed the woman away as part of the confusion, part of the mess I couldn’t sort through yet. But now. Now I stared at the photo on my phone, my pulse racing, my thoughts colliding. The comments kept loading beneath it. “That’s Madelyn. His wife. The rumors said she broke the relationship between Leana and Mr Blackwell… still Leana is doing too much, they got married legally.” “People acting like she never existed is wild.” “How do you forget a whole wife?” Madelyn. The name echoed in my head, heavy and unfamiliar and yet somehow not wrong.

I played my role flawlessly. But my mind circled only one thing. Selene. She stood just apart from the discussion, close enough to belong, distant enough to remain untouched by the business itself. She wasn’t trying to draw attention. That was what made it impossible not to look. Her stillness was intentional. Her composure effortless. Dangerous. Untouchable. Forbidden. I told myself I was imagining it. That this was nothing more than proximity, fatigue, a lapse in discipline. Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts.