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While relieved, she carefully packed away the contract she was holding—these documents were now evidence. The hashtags "Apologize to Harmony Clinic" and "Who is Mary?" instantly shot to the top of the trending list! At this moment, an insider came forward with an explosive revelation: "I know Mary. She's the wife of the Milton Group's boss in LA—a notorious homewrecker. She regularly bullies her mother-in-law and mistreats employees." "What’s even worse is Jackson himself! He got married and completely forgot about his mother. He lives in a mansion bought with his parents’ hard-earned money, while forcing his elderly mother to live in a cramped alleyway!"

It was really good to see her smile and spend her time in other things for a change. Willie is the CEO of the Peggins entertainment company, the gaming company near our café. He was 40 years old and a recent divorcee. He lost a lot of money at that time to his wife in the divorce process. He was in a bad place when he accidentally met my mom, Martha, who was also his high school sweetheart. His son Damon was 14 years old. Naughty, funny, impulsive but kind. His mom abandoned him and never once tried to meet him after the divorce so naturally, I felt protective of him and treated him as my own brother.

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Mary smiled at her mother’s worn-out face, even with all the wealth they have, none of it could fill the void their father left. Mrs Sanders held out her hand, wanting Mary to put hers on it, Mary smiled and held her mother’s hand “You know, Jared Stone did a mighty deceitful thing by marrying you on that day. He fooled us all. But will you be angry with me if I said I would not have it any other way? He might not be the perfect husband for my beautiful daughter but he is the best man for you. And he had proven himself by killing that Ortom and getting revenge for my husband. Could I ask for a better Son- in law? ” She said quietly, Mary’s eyes began brimming with tears once again

I was the shame. I looked at Victor—my husband, my last hope. I searched his face for something, anything. A flicker of guilt. An explanation. A trace of the man I once loved. But all I saw was indifference. He adjusted his watch, walked to Naomi’s side and caressed her shoulders. They smiled at each other as if I wasn’t even there. Even the maids had stopped what they were doing. I could feel their eyes—some curious, others pitying but none of them are brave enough to say a word.

At least it wasn’t him that used women back then for their dowery. August 17th, 1860 Mary’s father has approved of the marriage, and we will be wed in the early spring. I plan to stay nearby, but I must get away from my family’s farm. Perhaps we will move closer to the other side of Dallas so that I can escape from my mom’s episodes of delusion. She is convinced that a leading figure in society named Henry Marshall is evil, “sent from Satan” as she would say. She should careful of what she says or they will send her to an asylum. It wouldn’t be a loss to be rid of her, but it would be an embarrassment for the family name.

"That's enough proof of your parenting skill. Edgar, shall we leave?" "So is your husband?" Lady Martha spat. "He raped Mary's mother and led her to suicide. We know the truth, that's why his guilt conscience is eating him so much. He is all about fighting for the negros. Check yourself before you step into my home babbling absurdity." She yelled. "Now I have my grandson to look for, if you may excuse us." Astounded and angry, the Durham's marched out making it known that they weren't very pleased.

then Dohyung puts his hand on his son's head. "Ji-Ha said she will bring you the food soon. I just came here to check on you." "Wait" I tried to stand up. It might be wobbly but I think I can manage now. I can't miss this chance to eat with his family! I also want to send gratitude to his wife. "Hey don't force yourself!" I walked closer. "Ah!" All of us stopped when we heard the shout. "What's happening here? I told you to just look after her." Mrs. Kang pops her head at the door.

Inside the house, overlapping voices of persuasion and mockery from the crowd reached my ears. I wiped away my tears as I stared at him. “I’ve given it enough thought. The problem isn’t with me. It’s with you. “So, let’s get divorced.” Over three years of marriage, barely anything in the house was truly mine. Every bit of my earnings had gone into buying things Jonathan needed in the military. As for myself, I needed to stretch every cent to its limit. When I packed everything up, it all fit into one small bag. Mrs. Murphy knocked on the door and entered the room. Her gaze was filled with guilt and remorse.

Mary said and she invited me to sit down, we sat facing each other at that time. "I liked your attitude when you were still in here, you have to maintain that attitude, that's what makes you strong sweetheart," Mary said. “I know, I just miss you, being outside doesn’t seem much different than being in here, it still feels gasping,” “Does that mean you’ve met that bastard?” Mary said. “Yeah, he has a wife and a son, and he married her before me,” “That bastard! Did you break one of his bones? I suggest his tailbone so he can’t walk anymore,” Mary said.