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Those girls would be earning thousands of dollars. I chuckled, taking in another shot. As much as the alcohol tasted like a mix of bitter and pepper, I loved it. It kept me insane, other than the days I tried to be sane. My husband was with his mistress. Why couldn't I be here too? Who said I can't enjoy myself a little too? All my life, I have lived in his house. I took care of him and our child. What did I get in return? Every second betrayal. "That's enough." A cold voice rang in my ears. His slender hands pushed the tumblers in front of me away, one of them clattering to the ground.

“Oh, but you know my name.” “Of course, everyone knows you.” He walked to the bed and sat on the edge. The brunette moved towards him and wrapped her hand around him. I almost felt pity for her as she shook while holding him. Snap! I shifted my gaze to Mason, who had his phone up. Mr. Hale peeled away from the lady immediately. His eyes widened. “What are you doing?” He questioned Mason. “I think your wife would be pleased to have this.” Wait what? He has a wife?

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

is he rich. Veebha:of course not.. I think her husband is useless and a dirty pig..that was enough for Elena.. Elena: Just shut up..when you don't know about someone na you should shut your mouth..And about my husband..Aaha he is diamond..No one.. I repeat no one will get a Husband like him.. I love him.. I can't listen a word against him..Don't say something which you will regret..

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

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