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I looked up at the crowd, making a mental note of their ugly faces before putting my signature on the divorce papers. After signing the document, I took out my phone and dialed a number. “Hey, Sis. Krystal cheated on me. I want you to cut off all funding to her company now.”

He tried hard not to tremble, at least, until he could say everything out loud but Robert's next words, sucked out his soul. "How dare you lay a hand on my wife..." Michael’s face drained of color as he heard that. W...wife!! That little girl is Black Panther's wife?? His entire world seemed to be collapsing. He was now sure that his time in this world was limited, not only because he laid his hands on Black Panther's woman but also because he knew too much. Robert pushed Michael away with his boot and stepped aside. Dan and his men roughly restrained Michael, shackling his wrists behind his back.

From the Way he looked at her, it was as if he was suspecting her but wasn't just sure yet and she hated it. Ethan and Micheal found a private room in the hotel which wasn't so hard because Ethan owned It. After they took a seat, the Detective threaded his fingers together and looked at Ethan, “Mr. Sinclair, the woman who was abducted outside the hotel was your wife. I saw the footage and I thought I was being deceived because I didn't even know she was back!” Ethan felt his heart stop, “What?” He asked, his breathing labored as fear gripped his heart.

The woman pranced around the table to the other side, her eyes wandering up her tight body. "My name is Amanda Scott, and I'm considered here within the Crescent Pack as one of their fellow scientists. My main job here is to further my investigation of the Collins family; it seems you are more involved with them than most had led on you to be." Collins, she thought, suddenly memories rushing at her. Michael. Harlow remembered everything that seemed to have happened to her in a week. From Michael giving himself in, 'Which was the stupidest thing he could have possibly done, that idiot deserved an axe to his head for this.' From Sabin entering her life out of the boom, might we say, only to ma

Michael asked me shocked by my actions. "Because he is violating our agreement, why can't he leave me alone and call or show up on the agreeid time." Michael pulled me close cuddling me. I was about to put my phone down when a text popped up from Maria. Check the news sis. I showed Michael the text immediately turning on the tv. It was so obvious it was about Jordan and his mystery woman who had lost her pregnancy at his party. According to the news, she was pregnant with twins, apparently she was battling depression, she was taken to a facility that will help her cope with everything she was going through.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

“They’re letting me out in an hour. We’ll head to the house after. I’m just… glad you’re here.” Bella paused, her voice quieter. “Who shot you, Michael?” He sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “My ex-wife. Guess I had it coming. Lucky she’s a terrible shot.” “Where is she now?” Bella asked, her tone sharpening. "She’s in jail,” Michael said, shrugging. “Shot me right in front of the courthouse. Bold move, honestly, but not her brightest.” Just then, JJ walked in. “Michael, the doc is on his way to spring you. Oh, hey Bella, guess you two have been chatting.”

Talking about Michael had always been off the table. The strength in her hands did not loosen at all. When the others realized they couldn’t stop her and feared I might truly die in her hands and implicate them, they moved forward to pry her fingers from my neck. “You’ve got a call… Answer it, Florence.” Michael’s voice cut through the heavy silence. It was the ringtone he had recorded exclusively for Florence, one she still used even though they had broken up seven years ago. Only then did Florence release me and immediately answer the call.

The moment the prisoners were secured in their cells, I went to see Michael in my office. I found him sitting on the couch, and it was apparent he had been there for a while. It was hard to see him this way, but I needed to do what was best for my people. "How are you, Michael?" I asked him, and he stood up immediately to salute me. "How is your family?" I asked him, and he wore an angry look on his face. "It is over, Alpha. I cannot be with a woman that had the heart to betray me like that. I gave up everything for her, and she could not trust me with the truth," He said, and I could understand his feelings.

When we returned last night, Disha had helped me out of the suffocating layers of my wedding gown. Her presence was like a balm to my fraying nerves, warm, soft-spoken, and just… real. The exact opposite of the man I was now calling my husband. She’d told me she had been working for Michael for four years, since a business scare led the family to tighten security. She didn’t share much else, but her words painted a version of Michael that I hadn’t seen. Someone kind. Someone different, before the breakup, she said. I wanted to believe her.