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After a while, Michael came out of the shower with a towel tied around his waist and another towel in his hand as he dried his damp hair. “We’ve got a huge problem with the elections, Scarlett,” Michael began, and I was curious to know as I beckoned on him to tell me, “I thought Melissa’s husband was just in a scandal recently." “He was? I haven’t heard anything of that sort other than Melissa’s rumor about a threesome, but that hasn’t been in the open yet; it is just a rumor amongst friends that Brianna told me."

“Quiet. He's my husband, you know—and he’s not.” Scott’s playfulness disappeared and his expression changed. He scowled and interjected with a sharp retort, “You're not married yet.” His eyes turned cold and his fists clenched. “I'll take you away from him before that can happen.” Michael belonged to him and no one else. Not even Xavier. "You're a madman," Michael seethed and chided fiercely before cutting off the call. Without hesitation, Michael blocked Scott’s number and changed his phone settings so no other unknown number could call him again. How daring, speaking such nonsensical words! What nonsense!

She was thankful for having Paula sit beside her, though she regretted taking her away from her husband, who was seated at another table, lost in conversation with his partner. Skylar's eyes scanned the rest of the table and gasped when eyes found Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, who were seated at the front seat immediately opposite the podium. Their children surround them on their left and right with their wives and date. Her eyes caught Michael with a woman he was gazing up at who she supposed was his wife, seeing that she has never really met her. She was laughing at what Michael had whispered into her ear. “She's so beautiful. Is that Michael's wife?” Paula's voice brought Skylar out of her thoug

It was now or never; I had to face this. "Hi, I'm... Freya..." I started, but Ambrose cut me off. "What! Is this your wife, Michael?" His eyes widened in shock, clearly stunned to see me among all the women he could have met. He might have controlled me and my body in the past. I might have loved him foolishly. But this time, I was no longer the naive and lovesick Freya. I was a desperate woman fighting to save my mother. "C'mon, why the look?" Michael asked, oblivious to the tension. "I should be the one surprised; everyone decided to arrive at this delicate time in my marriage." But Ambrose's eyes never left mine. I wondered what was going through his mind.

"Calm down, Mr. Hamilton. Your wife is fine. She's definitely a lunatic—brought you here in the middle of the worst hurricane we've had in a decade. But that only shows how much she cares about you." Scott gave a bitter smile. If only the doctor knew... "Well, I guess she loves coffee more than me, since she's not here. Must be off somewhere that's not next to her 'beloved husband,'" he muttered, exhausted. "Well… actually, she's not here because… she's in jail," the doctor said bluntly. Scott furrowed his brow, trying to process what he'd just heard. What did he mean? "What do you mean… jail? In jail?!" he shouted.

“Janette, please say something. Did he hurt ya? I swear if he did, I’m gonna kill... “ “Leave him alone,” she yelled, startling Danielle beside her, and dried her tears. Jackson paced around his office room and came to a halt when he heard a knock on the wooden door. “Come in, come in.” He said and clasped his hands together in frustration. Michael cracked the door and welcomed himself inside. He stood in the doorway, his head a few inches from the header, his broad shoulders almost filling the frame. “What happened to my wife?” Michael slightly raised his head and glanced at Jackson and then back to the ground. “Sir, I don’t know. I saw her trembling and crying inside her car.”

"This is as far as I'll go for today, I'll do my best to help out, I'll be close by even though I'm not physically present. I will do everything in my power that ensures your daughter returns to you safely, I hope we can work together on that. I'll give a new report tomorrow. Keep up the act. Don't let anyone know about what we're doing together. In fact, do call the commissioner and feign depression because there hasn't been any news on Tracy, keep everyone in check, and Mr Scott , it'll be best if your side relationship is ended for now. Even if that woman isn't a mole for him, she can be used to hurt you. Everyone is a liability. I hope you heed my words. Michael." He sighed his name at t

He stared at me, his eyes spitting fire. He walked up to me, balling his hands into fists. “Where is Mia?!” “I'm sorry, why are you asking me? I have no idea where she is?” “Don't you dare play dumb with me. I know you took her” “What if I did? I owe you no explanation” “She is my wife” I scoffed. “The same one you tried to kill” Michael motioned for me to be quiet but I ignored him. He was able to silence me during the trial but not this time.

Chris smiled bitterly, unable to answer. Who would believe that he was actually trapped by his ex-wife and couldn't leave? "Hey, this morning when I went on rounds with my mentor, I saw Michael in the news again. He looked quite haggard, bringing his daughter to get an IV. But this time, Ms. Wilder wasn’t with him." Chris took a sip of water. "It's just a fever, hasn't she recovered?" "No, I heard a thief broke into his house and scared the child."

Storm smiled and replied, “Hello, my stunning wife. I wanted to let you know that we arrived home safely. Sleep early, Sweetheart. Don't miss me too much.” Michaela giggled and replied, “I miss you already, my love. Sweet dreams.” Then they hung up. The following morning, around 8 am, Michaela went to the bathroom with her eyes closed to pee. It had been a while since she slept so peacefully. When she was in prison, she was plagued with nightmares. Before she got under her duvet, her phone started ringing. She wanted to ignore it, but she remembered that the only person who had her phone number was her beloved future husband.