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she said quietly. I looked up from the papers. “What is it?” Her eyes darted to mine, then away. “Leah… she got married.” I felt my heart skip. “Married? To whom?” Lucy swallowed hard. “To Liam. Jaden’s father.” My breath left me in a rush. “What?” “She’s Mrs. Liam Styles now.” The room spun. My hands trembled as the papers slipped from my fingers and scattered across the floor. Realization hit me at lightning speed.

I had promised myself not to ever love him, but now that we slept and woke up in the same bed, I found it hard to do. My phone rang, jolting me awake, and I grabbed it beside the pillow, realizing it was Lucy calling. I slid the green button with a smile. Lucy and Ryan had mated together, and their union was just a week ago. They had gone for their honeymoon, and I had told her not to call me, to spend every minute of her time with Ryan. Ryan had also proved to be a great man, always taking care of Lucy, and Lucy couldn't help but gush over him, always proud of him as her husband.

**How long are you going to stay here? Carol is taken aback by the sudden question but sits up straighter, **Not anytime soon. This is my husband's house!** she responds, keeping her expression neutral. **I know...** Lucy pauses for a moment, staring at the floor. **Know what?** Lucy takes a deep breath. **The marriage between you two. This is a marriage of convenience, right? I mean...** She exhales heavily. **You’ll leave once you get what you want, right?**

Lucy. “What the fuck is going on here?” I asked, but in a low tone. Both Lucy and Jade were dressing up, not even rushing. "Jade?" “Oh stop, you find me having sex with my husband, and now you want to cry. You of all people should know this.” Lucy is the one who responded. “You have been sleeping with a married man while you’re still married.” “You two were getting a divorce.” “Is that what he told you? Well prosti—” I didn’t let her finish as I threw my purse at her, and it landed on Jade as he covered her.

And that was something I didn't want, not especially now that we seemed to be getting along. Lucy, however, understood something else from what I had to say. I guess she had totally forgotten about what she did. If that plan didn't work to get me away from Maurice, then why should she think about a failed plan? She would of course move on to the next plan. “Husband? Is that what you were going to say? I took your husband?... Just because you fucked him, he magically becomes your husband?” She lets out a sinister laughter that leaves me confused.

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"He says it's his cousin's son. Her husband is Otto Westbrook. Remember him? The top student from our school back then. He's overseas now on some classified project and can't come back, so Gideon thinks looking after his son is his duty." Gwen grew even angrier. "Even if that's true, he still can't ignore his own daughter and throw himself into taking care of someone else's son. Fine, he ignored you during the pregnancy. But now your daughter is already a month old, and he's still doing this? Lucy, what exactly are you holding on to him for?" A cold light settled in Lucille's eyes. She forced down the surge of emotion. "Come get me. We'll talk then. I'm still weak. I can't drive. Come pick u

Not a business partner. His wife.

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

His protective embrace when we were in that car accident, his red-rimmed eyes when I miscarried. Were all of those fake too? … Eventually, I was released on bail with help from family and friends. I left the station in a daze, accompanied by the sympathetic gazes of the police officers. I refused to believe that the husband I had lived with for six years had married someone else, not unless he admitted it to me himself. The car picking me up stopped at the Richardson family residence. Tonight was Lucas' grandfather's 70th birthday, and I was there as planned.