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Harper I had always known my husband was having an affair, but today’s revelation was different. Unease prickled down my spine as I saw the trending topic on X. There it was. Number two. CEO of Hart Finances Ltd., Stanley Hart, is expecting a child with his wife after three years of childlessness. The woman with Stan in the picture wasn’t me. It was his secretary; the same woman who constantly texted him at late hours; the one he constantly compared me to.

Harvey laid a restraining hand on Juliet’s shoulder. “I say we know Richard better than that, dear,” Harvey added gently. Juliet looked away almost guiltily, but bitterness was quick to return. “We knew him, Harvey. We used to know him.” Her gaze cut back like glass. “If he cared an ounce about the children—or about Hannah—he wouldn’t insult her memory by replacing her with a penniless—” “—I won’t have you insult my wife,” Richard snapped, the words cracking sharply across the table. “If you have a problem with me, take it out on me. Leave Monet and the children out of it.”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

It was like realizing I’d been a joker standing before a king—one who wouldn’t hesitate to take my head off if I made the wrong move. How the hell did I get myself into this? I swallowed hard and scrolled further. Richard’s life was an open book, every detail documented for the world to see. His age—30. The only son of his father. The heir to a fortune so vast it seemed unreal. Then, something made my breath catch. A single line. Richard was married. My eyes widened as I clicked on the article, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. The headline—Richard Anthony’s Mysterious Marriage. The Sudden Disappearance of Laura Smith.

“Who is it?” “A friend,” came a smooth feminine voice. Pamela frowned. Maybe it’s the neighbors looking for the new WiFi password. She opened the door and froze instantly. The woman standing before her was instantly recognizable. She had seen her in photos-smiling beside Richard at the faculty events, her arms looped through his. Pamela’s breath caught. The woman smiled, slow and knowing. “Pamela Hartman,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. “I’m Eleanor Carter. Richard’s wife.”

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

The woman I had discovered was married. She looked breathtaking tonight...stunning in a way only my eyes seemed to notice. My heart pounded uncontrollably. And then I saw him. The man beside her. Her arm hooked into his. Her radiant smile aimed at him. Probably Her husband. “Do you know them?” I asked Richard in a flat voice, though deep inside I craved the answer. For them to be here, they weren’t ordinary people. “Yes,” Richard replied calmly. “She’s my wife’s best friend, Marceline Valemont. And that’s her husband, Philip Stanmore, CEO of Stanmore Global.”

He murmured and rolled his eyes. “What's the matter, Richard?” Devyn teased and smirked. “I don't even know.” He ran his hand through his hair frustratingly. Jeremy laughed out loud, promptly Richard looked at him and lifted a brow. “What?” He pouted his lips cutely. “Tell me, is it Henrietta or your new wife... Cathy?” Jeremy wrinkled his face, trying to recall her name but he couldn't. “Charlene,” Devyn reminded him and burst into delighted laughter. “I'm pretty sure it's Henrietta. Richard is the one giving Charlene a hard time.”

He started. “She hit…on you?” I asked. “She did.” His answer was flat. “I've been doing business with Richard for years. Knew his first wife.” “They're perfect together. And then two years ago, Richard met Leonie” he shook his head. “She's young. He's in his fifties. Hell, his kids are her age! But he wouldn't see reason. He wanted her, and he married her. And now…now, it's a hell of a mess.”

But Richard, to protect his first love, repeatedly humiliated Shayla. Sharon recalled that very few people seemed to know her mother was Richard's wife. "Were Dad and Mom… married in secret?" she asked. Julia shook her head. "Not secret. They held a wedding, but only invited family and close friends. Shayla was private by nature, and Richard rarely brought her to public events. That's why so few knew." Sharon pressed on. "What happened after that?" Julia replied, "Shayla may have been reserved, but she was no pushover. Richard's first love failed to win him because of her poor family and petty nature. Even with Richard's repeated protection, she was no match for Shayla, who repeatedly bested