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my mother said, her voice precise and unforgiving, “that you were never my daughter-in-law.” “Mum, that's enough!” Camilla’s face was pale, her eyes glassy, but she didn’t speak. I felt like the ground would open and swallow me. What sort of husband was I? Watching my own wife being insulted by my mother? “Mum, you don’t get to come into my house and speak to my wife like that.” My mother finally turned, her gaze settling on me. “Your wife?” she echoed, unimpressed. “Yes. My wife.”

“Who is he? Who’s the man you cheated on me with!?” Laura was speechless. Her breath hitched as William’s grip tightened, as though he wanted to strangle her. He finally released her, and Laura gasped for air, coughing from the pressure. Her gaze turned sharp, full of cynicism. The beautiful woman was offended by his accusation. “Cheating? Is this even a real marriage? I’m just a replacement wife, aren’t I?” William was shaken by her words, yet his thoughts remained fixed on her pregnancy. “You’re my legal wife, Mrs. Anderson! Do you think you can go behind my back and carry another man’s child!?”

Mrs Rojas paced the length of the living room, her anger bubbling beneath a composed exterior. The news of Katherine Alfred taking her position on the board was a devastating blow, and the fact that she's loosing to the girl she said was weak made things worst for her, she not only lost her husband but she also lost her son and she was left with no one to support her. She decided to confront her husband, about it with the thought that he would support her. She stormed into Carlos's study, her eyes blazing with fury. He was seated at his desk, reading through a stack of papers.

My whole life I was looked down on in my parents' home and now my very own husband is going to remind me of my ugliness every single day. I know he will never fall for an ugly girl like me but my heart had already started beating faster in his presence. "They said I was ugly but the mirror never lied, My reflection smiled when I smiled, it cried when I cried. But one day he stood behind me changing the very definition of beauty. Those eyes stared at me and those words left a deep hole beneath. She believed his words like her own And then she knew She was ugly no wonder everyone knew She was Elle Hamilton, a disgrace everyone wanted to get rid of very soon.

“No, I don't. I'm just amazed at how you can make the best of a situation. It's not just your child you're making an excuse for. You should think of yourself too. Isn't that better?” “I'm not that kind of person,” Victoria said firmly. Lucy leaned closer, her eyes staring intently at Victoria. “Oh, come on. You even married a man who can't walk. I wonder if he can satisfy you, Victoria?” Victoria was disgusted. She gave Lucy a cold stare. “You guys are the ones who got me into this marriage, right? So, why are you asking such useless questions?” Lucy laughed in a sarcastic tone that made Victoria refrain from reacting any more than she had to. “You really are a stiff woman, my dear sister. I

I said weakly. He paused and finally looked at me, really looked at me as I lay on the floor, shaking, crying, my wrist swollen and red. “You were going to hurt an innocent pregnant woman,” he shouted, disbelief etched across his face. “Innocent?” I laughed bitterly. “Innocent?” My voice shook with venom. “There is nothing innocent about that fucking whore. Our wedding is in two weeks and she’s been sleeping with you behind my back.” “She didn’t lure me into her bed,” he said quietly, refusing to meet my eyes again.

I could not believe that Snow had jumped to such a conclusion from just one look. Before I could say anything, Yvonne stepped in front of me. “Ms. Judson, if you spread lies like that, I could sue you for defamation.” Snow snorted in disdain. “Sue me for defamation? Do you even know that Jared and I are still married? This is an illicit affair! You’re the ‘other’ woman!” “Snow, shut up!” I said sharply.

“How am I making this a big deal when you face-fucking me and now calling me ugly compared to your brother’s wife?!” He gave me a stern look before he walked past me, went to the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. And just like that, five years of our marriage were in vain. All those moments with him were nothing but what could have been if he were with Anastasia. All the compliments that I was as beautiful as her, it was because he wished that I was her. He never loved me. How could he? I was just his substitute wife.

“The chairwoman wants me to be married to Rose due to business, breaking the news that I'm in love with someone that isn't my real wife would also damage the stock.” “You are doomed… You are so doomed, so in sixteen words, you fell in love with your wife's substitute, and now your wife wants that substitute dead?” Greg pressed. I cut him a sharp glance, my eyes narrowing into slits as I gave him the side-eye. It was a look that said, "You're beginning to piss me off, back off before things get ugly." And he understood immediately. “Oh,” he murmured, lowering his head in an apology, “I went too far, I'll try my best to find proof so the wife doesn't kill the substitute.”