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Conversations before a wave of mumurs buzzed around us. I merely glanced at the fallen chair before facing her again. Her face flushed red, teeth gritted, hands curling into fists. She wanted to slap me. I could feel the fury coming off her like building on fire. “Maybe,” I said calmly. “But I am the wife, Ms. De Loughrey. And as his legal wife, I have every right to claim him back to me.” I tilted my head. “Women are usually taken as options. I was the right choice. You were just an option.”

"My lawyer is Rebecca Walsh. She's excellent. Specializes in high-asset divorce. I'll give you her number if you want. She'll make sure you get what you're entitled to." I stare at him. "You're giving me your divorce lawyer? To use against you?" "I'm not your enemy, Claire. I never was. I'm just—" He searches for words. "We're both prisoners in this arrangement. I don't want to fight you when we both want the same thing: out." "Most men wouldn't hand over their lawyer to their wife." "Most men aren't actively hoping their wife takes them for everything she's entitled to." He almost smiles. "Besides, you earned it. Five years married to me qualifies as hazard pay."

If I try hard enough, then he'd finally learn to look at me. That was my mantra for the past five years of being married to a man who wouldn't stop grieving his dead wife. I did everything right. I grew his pack, fostered his alliances with other packs, and increased his finances by 500%. He finally accepted me and on the day we were supposed to make our first public appearance together, his dead wife returned. She didn't return alone. She returned with his son and a sob story of how she was kidnapped and held for the last five years. I understood my husband accepting her back but what I didn't expect was for him to discard me and sell me off to avoid a public backlash.

If I try hard enough, then he'd finally learn to look at me. That was my mantra for the past five years of being married to a man who wouldn't stop grieving his dead wife. I did everything right. I grew his pack, fostered his alliances with other packs, and increased his finances by 500%. He finally accepted me and on the day we were supposed to make our first public appearance together, his dead wife returned. She didn't return alone. She returned with his son and a sob story of how she was kidnapped and held for the last five years. I understood my husband accepting her back but what I didn't expect was for him to discard me and sell me off to avoid a public backlash.

And she’s the reason he ditched me tonight. The same Olivia who abandoned him. Who drove him to almost drink himself into a coma? Ethan had to trick him into rehab just to save his life. That Olivia…. Was back in the city. And apparently, back in my husband’s life.

Clarissa asked Adrian with an angry tone. "Well, I had a conscience until I discovered that the woman who I have been honest with right from the very beginning is a very good liar, and with the help of my sister, they kicked out a woman who they knew very well doesn't have any job or money to take care of herself. So unless I find that woman, and I'm very sure that she's okay wherever she is, no marriage will be taking place," Adrian said to Clarissa and Melissa before turning and walking away.

As I approached them, a man called for Landon and he left to answer him. His ex-girlfriend was now alone, giving me the opportunity to confront her. "Excuse me, can you stop throwing yourself at my husband? He is happily married and does not need an extra affair," I bluntly said and she snickered like a glutton witch. "Happily married? I doubt that. You must be the wife. Originally, Lan belongs to me and everyone knows that. You are just a replacement for me. So do well to pack your things because I have come back to claim what's mine," she muttered with a smirk on her face.

"How is that possible, and both you and mother keep referring to her as my wife, which is amusing because you both conveniently forget that we are now divorced—a decision influenced by your unwavering push." "Shut up. You know we’ve always wanted the best for you, and a man of your caliber should not be associated with such a peasant in the first place. Not that you were wise enough to see that, but I'm glad it's now paying off," mother says, hissing. “I agree with your mother. I guess you can now ditch Isabella. You never liked her anyways. Moving forward, we need strategies to get her back with you.” "Italy's most affluent reconciles with her divorced husband," mother announces, delivering

“Darling, I’m simply asking the maid to do her job—” “She’s not the maid anymore.” Jake’s green eyes were cold. “She’s my wife. Clause 7 of Dad’s will remember” Hailey who had managed to hold a glass of water, choked on it. Rebecca went pale as he mouth opened and closed. “You humiliate her again, Mom, and you lose everything. Spousal benefits, the Manhattan apartment, the allowance. All of it gets redistributed.” I gulped hard, panting and sweating because everything felt surreal.