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I rounded a corner and stopped dead. My father was there, tied to a chair, the timer on his chest blinking a steady, cruel red. But he wasn't alone. Standing over him was not Julian, and not Silas. It was a woman I hadn't seen in fifteen years. A woman whose death had been the foundation of my entire childhood. "Hello, Elara," my mother whispered, a cold, triumphant smile on her lips. "I see you've finally married into the family that ruined us."

"Y... I mean no! Grandpa. Is he around he never made the initiative to speak to me. I suppose he is still angry with what I have done." "Do you? I don't think he is still angry but then lately Theo doesn't talk to me, he rarely visit me. But then I know that the respect is there, even though I think he partly blame me for what happen after your wedding." "Does he? I heard he had a girlfriend. Maybe he wants to dissolve the marriage." Raine fish for information. "You mean Kira Montenegro? She's nothing, but I don't know what his feelings for that woman." Raine nodded her head with what she heard. They continue eating their food. With light and happy conversation. Towards the end of their me

"You really think I would do that, Roman?" I searched his eyes for the man I'd fallen in love with. Instead, I found a stranger who believed a lie over his own wife. So I left. No goodbye, no explanation, just an empty side of the bed and a secret I carried out the door with me. Three years later, I walk back into his world as the woman hired to save what he loves most, not as his wife, but as his equal. And when he finally sees the truth standing beside me, wearing his own eyes, there's no undoing what's already done. He broke me once. Now he wants to fix what he shattered. The question is, do I let him?

Grief with no right to exist for a stranger, for one night, for the girl who had hoped the world contained men who held women like that. He had found someone. He loved her the way I had spent eight years waiting to be loved. And here I stood. Roberta Riggs. Wife of Jace Riggs. Billionaire. Architect of his fortune—visible to no one. Trapped. Buried alive. Unhappily married to a man who had never once stood beside me in public. The stretcher disappeared through another set of doors. Brett followed without looking back. Then the gurney came back out.

' I panicked, trembling on the spot. "Stop ignoring me. Who is she, babe?" The blonde lady whined and tugged on Bruno's arm. "My useless ex-wife, Fiona." He replied, rolling his eyes at her. "Seriously?! Her?!" Fiona chortled, eyeing me from top to bottom, and held her phone higher so it could have a good view of me. "Guyyysss, we just arrived at Bianca and Carl's engagement party, and you'll never guess who I just met! My baby's ex-wife, Agatha Jacobs. Who knew my man had such terrible taste in women? He's so lucky to have me."

"Dad, you wanted to meet my wife," Bryce began. "This is Angela Anderson my wife?" he introduced. "My son, this is a surprise but wow," Patricia said with a smile. "Wow, my brother is married?" Elena squealed with happiness and walked up to Angela. "Wow, you are very pretty. You are welcome to our home," she welcomed. "Thank you," Angela appreciated and accepted the hug from Elena. "You are welcome, my dear," Patricia also welcomed hugging Angela.

She raised an eyebrow, refusing to back down from the sarcasm match. “What are you doing in my boyfriend’s house?” Shane’s mouth dropped open, then she eyed Vangie from head to toe with an insulting smirk. “Please. Don’t flatter yourself. Bert and I are back together. I live here now. And I’m carrying his child.” Vangie felt like something stabbed straight into her chest. She took a deep breath and simply raised her brow. “I won’t believe anything until I talk to Bert myself.” “Then don’t. Who’s hurting now?” Shane snapped. “But if I were you? I’d leave. Bert and I are building a family. He’s going to be a father—and I’m the mother of his child.”

I asked, worried. "How are you?" Brandon asked in return. "I'm fine. I'm married and have a six month old daughter," I replied. "Oh, yeah? Who are you married to?" asked Brandon. "With my husband of course," I replied. "It turns out you still like to joke, La. I mean, who is your husband?" asked Brandon. "Arga," I replied. Hearing me say his name, Arga turned his head -- he looked at me curiously as if asking who I was chatting with on the phone.

Jacob is shocked to see me. "Is this why you haven't been responding to me?" I was shocked that my voice was calm. "Arya, what are you doing here?" He asks. "Is she carrying your child? When did this happen? Are you married?" I fire him with questions, the woman behind me laughs softly and I turn to her with my angry gaze. "Hi Arya, I'm Rosario, and to answer your questions, Yes, he's the father of my child but we are not in love or married,"

she finally let the word out. “Really Adina?” “Yes!!” she said again, this time a little louder. “Well sorry but I have to document this moment for future purposes Doc can you please make a video right now.” I said, which made everyone laugh. Well, the doc took my words seriously and brought out his phone to record. “So, Miss Adina Miller, would you do me the honor of being my wife again?” I asked “YES! Yes Tyson, I will.”