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She moaned feebly as her eyes followed Charlene. “Is Tina here? Have you heard from her?” Fiona enquired. Sarah's gaze focused on Charlene alone, looking at her admiringly. Fiona scoffed disgustingly when she saw the lust in her eyes and the way she was staring at Charlene was awkward. “Sarah, she's married.” That jolted her out of her imaginary world. She smirked and shook her head vigorously. “Being married doesn't mean I can't make her my girlfriend. I love beautiful things, I love her.”

tags. A huge smile broke out on her face. “Carson is my husband. We’ve been married for eight years now. We were those high school sweethearts that were voted most likely to get married, even though people didn’t think we’d last past college. Well, we did. It helped that we grew up in love and knew that there wouldn’t be anyone else, so we got married after my first year in college.” “Oh, wow. That’s sweet.”

I know Lyla will be busy at the hospital, so it’s her husband’s turn today. Sofia must be occupied too—today’s Max’s will reading, and I can only imagine how hard this must be for her. It must be awful to go through this alone. After her worthless son left without a word—just vanished with some new girlfriend—Sofia was devastated, shutting everyone out. Max was never the caring type of husband, even if he tried to play the part. When Pedro and I were together, I saw firsthand what a terrible husband and absent father Max was. I’m not surprised Pedro didn’t show up to his funeral, but it just proved how different he really was.

I sighed, knowing that amidst the whole tribulation I was facing, I needed someone to speak with and it was certainly this moment of my life, that I missed her so much. "Carlifornia had been one helluva bumpy ride." I replied. "Is it true? President Kirkland was removed from power by death and was replaced by someone else?" Surprised Caroline was getting to know something that had happened weeks ago. "Yes babe. And not only is this country getting downhill my friend, as we speak, the current president is no longer in existence and has been quickly replaced by his wife Miss Sofia. For some odd reason my friend, I believe I have seen her somewhere before. Although I cannot tell exactly where I

“Mel, don't go with— Before he can finish, Carlos’ hand clasps around my forearm, turning me around to face him instead. “Sofia” He says with confidence and authority, the familiarity of it sends another throb in my head. “I’m… not her. You said it yourself” I push out the words, “Why are you fighting my husband now? After what we agreed on?” Carlos brows furrows, “Just moments ago in the building. You mentioned the curse, the witch. You recalled everything”

That look had not faded even after a decade of being together. Caligh Carson Montemayor was a remarkable husband. A loving father. Ever since he confessed his true feelings to her right after she gave birth to Carol, he had been a changed man — completely different from the Cayson she had once known. He became gentle, tender, patient, and consistently thoughtful. Just as he had promised, he devoted everything to their family.

True to his word, one week after the signing of that tender, Carlos's wife had departed from him forever, leaving him to raise Vano alone. Five years had passed, and the wound was still fresh, gaping, unable to find the right time to heal. Carlos was surprised when he received a report from his subordinates, stating that his beloved only son was in a relationship with the daughter of his business rival. As a husband and father, who wouldn't be heartbroken to hear that his child was getting involved in a situation that could cause new problems?

Sonia discreetly asked Caroline, "Caroline, who is that man?" Caroline said bluntly, "I don't know him." Sonia chuckled at her words. Caroline asked, "Why are you laughing?" "He must be your husband. You two must be having trouble." Sonia said mysteriously, "Besides, I can see that you both love each other very much." Caroline's heart skipped a beat. She said, "You're so confident about that. Are you a psychic or something? Or have you been in a relationship?" "No, but I've seen people in love."

I ask, frowning, realizing she's the same woman who attended my wedding when I was married to Vincent, my stupid ex-husband. Sofia nods slowly, confirming my suspicions. “Ah, so you remember me,” she says, almost wistfully. “From your... wedding day.” Her eyes flick to Carter before returning to me. “You looked so pretty in white.” “Too bad I married the wrong man... But now... now I’m marrying the right one.” I turn to Carter, pulling him into a hug, my back to Sofia. “You should leave,” I add simply, my voice cool. “I need privacy.”

“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