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"Why? Do you know that doctor?" Grey sighed. "There's something I haven't told you. You know my wife, Keyara. She's in the hospital, and that doctor called me to deliver the news that..." Grey swallowed hard as he spoke, "That Keyara is pregnant..." Grey finally uttered with a lingering sense of unease. "Pregnant with your child?" Ethan asked, aware of the reason why Grey's wife was hospitalized. "No. She's pregnant by a man who assaulted her... not me. We... I haven't touched her..." Grey replied with a dry throat as he spoke of this matter.

This was a question many wanted to ask. “You can stop looking, my wife is back home sleeping,” Matthew said and all the dots connected. James Grey has a daughter and she is Matthew Reeves’ mate. But many did not know if this was true. Pure blood was rare and they managed to lose theirs to another family. But many were not too happy about this. Reeves already had Matthew Reeves, the only other pure-blood and now it seems they had another. Before the Grey family could seethe, the hearing went forward. “Who called for a hearing, step forward,”

He kept a secret in his heart, and it somehow weighed him. A vibrating of the incoming message had him cringe a little. He took the phone to check it. 'Guess who asked me out today?' Glenn Matthews sent him a message in their chat room. Grey rose his smile and snorted, then typed his reply. 'Tell me?' replied Grey with a straight face. 'The wife of the future mayor of New York.' Glenn replied casually. Grey's eyebrows suddenly rose, and his brows furrowed. 'Are you nuts?'

I'm used to be neglected in this house though I'm his wife. I'm Tyra Louise Skyler-Grey, the wife of the known billionaire in town named Karl Matthew Grey. Our marriage wasn't like in the romantic movies where the girl and boy love each other and they decided to be with each other until the rest of their lives. My life isn't romantic at all. I often describe it as a tragedy. Matthew and I didn't know each other. I just know him when my father introduce me to him as his bride to be. Even I was to shock to know that I was getting married that time. I literally have no idea what's going on.

Steve cautiously probed. Lucas put away his phone, stood up, and his expression turned serious. "Mr. Colby, the mental health of a deceased's family member requires professional counselling. Moreover, this lady is pregnant. Your care for her is quite inadequate." Steve's face turned pale, and his lips moved as if to argue. I suddenly heard the child's thoughts in my mind. "I remember Uncle Lucas mentioned later that the reason he suspected the woman was fake was because of something that happened... What was it again? Think, you idiot! You have to help Mommy!"

She typed Derek's name in the G****e search bar, and soon, some information about him appeared on the screen. There indeed was a person named Derek Greenwood, but his marital status only indicated 'married.' Trying to find more details, Matilda found nothing—no reports of divorce or an ex-wife, not even a photo of his current wife. "You lying bitch, trying to fool me! He's never been divorced. Where did this ex-wife come from? Look for yourself!" Matilda stormed over to the cage with her phone, shoving the screen in Tabitha's face, her expression a mix of fury and mockery.

“I see.” When Celeste had stalked in Hunter wasn’t sure what was wrong. Part of him hadn’t known what Tyler had meant earlier, what 'off' could have really meant. Walking in to the office she had been wild, her golden eyes flashing in a way he hadn’t seen in years. He couldn’t even imagine what might have caused his wife to shake with so much pent up energy. But now he understood. Another Mate. Hunter wondered what they might be like.

“Mr Chris, why did you ask to see me? You gave me some money too, why is that? We barely even know each other” Mr Chris stroked his chin and looked at me boredly, “It is true we do not know each other. However, I've heard of you from a somewhat vile person” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” “You don't happen to know Jarrod Smith, do you?” My eyes widened, “Well, that's my ex-husband, why?” Chris sighed, “Jarrod Smith asked me to tail you and erhm.. force you to have sex with me so I can get pictures and send them to Cameron Petals so he would dump you-”

The atmosphere inside the room seemed to sour, and Georgia’s mother, Catherine Snow, froze. As she stared at the photos, cold sweat broke out on her forehead. But she still had to force herself to smooth things over. “Jane, Robert, as you’re both already aware, Georgia has been a playful girl since she was little. This is just for show. There’s nothing serious—” Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink.

"I'd rather sell my organs than take a cent from that bastard." A choked sob traveled through the line. "Your father's skin... It's turning gray, Claire. Like his wolf is fading." Her whisper shattered me. "I'd beg on my knees if it helped. I can't—" Her voice broke. "I can't lose my mate." The mating bond's agony radiated through her words. My own broken bond ached in sympathy. "Listen to me," I forced steadiness into my voice. "I'm wiring money tonight. New job. Great pay." Each fiction tasted more poisonous than the last.