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She still remembered Ella’s wide eyes when she said it. “You what? You married a billionaire under contract?” Sophie had laughed at the disbelief, sipping her wine and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yes. No ceremony, no rings. Just ink on a page and signatures.” Ella’s jaw had dropped. “Wait, wait Sophie, who is he?” “His name is Carson O’Connell . He needed a wife for some mmm complicated corporate reasons. And I needed the money for my mum’s hospital bill, Sophie said felling a little bit sad

No one arrived from abroad and bought a hospital as if it were nothing without having power, money, and influence. “Tell me a little about yourself, Sofi,” he said as he merged into traffic. “I know you’re a doctor, but I don’t know much else.” “Although I doubt you don’t know who I am, I’ll tell you,” I replied, looking out the window. “I’m Sofía Adams, a cardiologist, wife of Matt Stone, one of the most famous and successful businessmen in the country. I’ve been married for several years and live on the outskirts of the city with my husband and the household staff.”

"Sofia Costello. Your wife.” He didn't answer. "You were married." "It was a long time ago.” "And she died. Here. In this compound." "Yes." "And nobody found it suspicious that the wife of the most powerful man in the city died of cardiac arrest at twenty-six.” "Jane—” "What happened to her?" "She died." "That's not what I asked." "It's the only answer I have." "It's the only answer you're giving me." I picked up the death certificate. Held it between us.

"I've been waiting in the car. You said you'd only be a moment." Sophie's expression shifted, annoyance flashing across her features before she smoothed it away. "Gerald, perfect timing. This is Alex Carter, an old friend. Alex, this is my husband, Gerald Hartwell." My eyebrows shot up. Her husband? She'd been throwing herself at Alexander while her husband waited outside? Alexander stood, extending his hand to Gerald with considerably more warmth than he'd shown Sophie. "Alexander Carter," he corrected once more, shaking Gerald's hand. "Nice to meet you. This is my wife, Olivia."

I tell her. “I’m afraid she can't deliver those messages to us.” A familiar voice says just as I see Dave perk up in his seat from my peripheral view. Carly moves out of the way just as Sofia in company of my wife walks in. My wife. It feels good to think that someone is my wife. “Carly, you know Sofia. And that is Alexa, my wife.” Even better when I say it out loud. Carly passes me a look that tells me that she was in on it. After mumbling an apology, I watch her saunter out of the place and shutting the door behind her. Sofia hops off to meet Dave, throwing herself at him like a child.

•SOFIA• The strong feelings I was beginning to intimately nurture for my husband in my heart were something I could neither understand nor fully admit because they frightened me to some extent. I knew he was a busy man with loads of problems to deal with, both personal and business-related, but somehow, I was beginning to notice every single detail in the past few days of our honeymoon and feel for him. Today had been the worst, seeing the stress swimming in his gorgeous eyes and the tension in his muscles when I held him in my arms.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

Henry had always been scared of the dark, and I could not bear for him to stay alone in the cold morgue. The following day, while I was on my way to the crematorium, I received tons of calls and messages from Matthew. I ignored them all. I held my son’s urn close to me and started contacting both friends and family to tell them about Henry’s death. That took me an entire day. Once I got back to our rental house, I found my husband sitting in his chair. His expensive suit had been replaced with cheap clothes. The moment he saw me, he jumped forward to hold my hand.

I did not expect Zachary to show up at my door the next day. He got straight to the point and asked, "You're Sinead's husband, aren't you?" His face was red, and he looked desperate. Maybe Sinead had confessed something to him after the wedding. I nodded. "That's right."