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He couldn't understand the machine-gun German going on upstairs but from the tone, he was worried that his wife might just slug her father out of frustration. Instead, Tynan returned his focus to Mrs Helvig. "Yes. I bought it last year when I proposed." Mrs Helvig nodded and chose not to comment. Last year, her daughter was still unconscious and in a coma. She didn't know how Tynan and Laura met because for most of her daughter's competitions, Mrs Helvig attended them as Laura's manager. Tynan wasn't a familiar face and her daughter would never keep such a thing from her mother even if she might conveniently forget to tell her father.

“Mom, this is my husband we’re talking about. What right does she have to sleep with him in the first place?” “Carrie...” Grey calls, and I turn to look at him. His face shows indifference. “What is it, Grey? What else are you hiding? Will I wake up tomorrow and find out you’re secretly married? Or worse?” “When Ariana died, I missed her. I want to...”

"As far as I know, this lady is right. I don't think you know your wife very well!” Hearing this, Mathew frowned. Afterwards, his eyes once more fell on my face. "Mr. Graves, this young lady is..." "My children's mother. Alexander answered very skillfully. Mathew was clearly stunned. He said, " I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Graves . I was impulsive just now!" It could be seen that Mathew was very wary of Alexander. "It doesn't matter if you act on impulse, as long as you remember that this is my children's mother in the future," Alexander said coldly.

"Mr. Gardner, should we remove this woman? She seems mentally unstable and keeps insisting she's your wife." There was another pause on Matthew's end, and when he finally spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. "My wife is Meghan Landry. She is currently tending to our son, Taylor. I… don't have a daughter." The crowd seemed relieved, their gazes turning even more contemptuous toward Danielle. Meghan let out a cold laugh and hurled the bag of RH-negative blood onto the floor in front of Danielle. "That illegitimate child of yours isn't worthy of this blood."

A husband who, when his daughter is sick, isn't by her side—completely worthless. Cara Wilson… Cara Auburn… or whatever her last name is now… I still don’t know her husband’s name…I don’t know anything about him… ...A husband. I repeat that word in my mind. "Are you starting to regret it now?" Grey mocks me in my mind. "We could have been with our mate! Mated with her! Married her!" "I know all of that. So please, shut up now." I say rudely. I put down my coffee cup and get back to work.

Grey snapped as soon as he answered the phone. “Shut the fuck up, I need you to investigate someone for me.” I sneered. “Who?” “Maria,” I answered. “As in, Maria? Your ex-fiancé? Who did you cheat on with her baby sister and marry her baby sister?” Grey did well to remind me of everything that happened in the last nine months. I shut my eyes as those memories washed down my mind.

I looked at him, the glass of my drink kept untouched as I have been engrossed in brainstorming. "Your beautiful wife hurt herself and turned her office upside down, it's unsual for an elegant and patient woman like Adeline to lose her temper like this." He said emptying his third glass. "Lucas fucking Greyson, he is blackmailing my wife with her mother's name. Mrs. Greyson had a cardiac arrest last week, she is on medication and the bastard is saying that he'd stop her treatment if Adeline won't comply to his wishes." I told him with bitterness.

I craved crazy things but he never failed to give in to every whim of mine. He was a good father and a good husband, he loved us right to his last breath. He gave it all up for us. I knew I wasn't the only one grieving. Mathew was having a hard time, this was his best friend, his brother, and his pal. He gave it all up for us. Mrs. Grey stood by her porch staring down at us. The smile on her face was all gone, she looked so fragile and cold from a distance that I could tell she seemed to have grown 10 years ahead of her age.

Pain and sorrow flooded me, paralyzing me in place. Xavier, seeing my pause, took it as guilt. “Stop pretending! What, did you fill that thing with flour or something? What a performance! I never realized you had this talent when we got married.” Suddenly, his phone rang. Xavier shot me a glance before answering. He spoke loudly, and I could hear the conversation. “Mr. Grey, I’m your mother’s lawyer. I’m calling to discuss her estate. She left a will stating that everything goes to Ms. White. I just need confirmation that you’ve been informed.”

He looked at me when I came through and the look had the quality I was still adjusting to — the open version, the one without the managed architecture around it. “Ready?” he said. “Yes,” I said. My mother came through from the corridor in the good coat, the interview coat. I looked at her. “I’m coming,” she said. I stared at her. “To Reeves,” she said. “I’m coming.” “Mum—” “Thomas was my husband,” she said. The flat certain delivery. “I am coming.” I looked at Dominic. He looked at my mother. “There’s a waiting room,” he said. “I know what a lawyer’s office looks like,” she said.