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“Dimwit.” “I bought you a honeymoon ticket.” Charlene narrowed her eyes at him. “No honeymoon. Dad said that.” Charles grunted softly while stifling the desire to roll his eyes. “Who the hell did he think he was?” He clenched his fist furiously. “Stop, Charles.” “No. I'm getting bored of this already.” He stood up and kicked the chair away out of anger. “First, he was trying to stop the marriage and now there won't be any honeymoon.”

Julian stared at the divorce papers, his face contorting into a mask of pure, unhinged rage. He looked at me, then at the three billionaires standing behind me like a wall of dark gods, and let out a guttural, desperate scream. "No!" Julian roared, gripping the banister as he glared up at me. "No fucking way, Lydia! I will never sign those papers! You are my wife! You belong to me”

My eyes widened in shock. “He actually still cares about Helena.” I let out a quick laugh. In the book, Julian was the “second male lead”—the rival to the main hero in love. And of course, second leads never win. They’re destined to lose the girl. “But this time, I’ll flip the script!” My phone buzzed. “He replied!” I squealed in excitement, but my body instantly dropped when I read it: ‘You’re married. A married woman doesn’t betray her husband, does she?’

That gap doesn’t shrink. @olívia_ He’s my husband! I like him just as he is, with his 30 years, gorgeous blue eyes, and Kiton suit. @isabelle_ Bet even his underwear’s designer. @rita_ Definitely. @olívia_ As soon as I see it, I’ll let you know, with pleasure. @isabelle_ You haven’t seen your husband’s underwear yet? @isabelle_ was removed from the group @olívia_ Poor thing! She’ll be back in a minute.

" Nate looked at me with pure disgust. I tore up the agreement. "Whether I deserve it or not is for the law to decide. Try me. As long as I don't agree, she won't ever become your legitimate wife. No matter how much you love her, that thing in her belly will still be an illegitimate child." I turned around and went upstairs. Downstairs, Nate smashed the coffee table. I didn't care. It wasn't my money anyway. I wasn't dumb. Three years ago, when that wedding dress arrived at my door, I had already checked his assets. Now he wanted to send me off with a mere four million? In his dreams!

“Listen, Cruz, this is a bad plan. I am telling you, ninety percent of women who walk away from their husbands end up going back. Have you forgotten what your ex-wife did to you?” Julian’s face is dark with embarrassment. He stands up and looks at me, his eyes begging me to understand. “Bianca, I am so sorry. Can you please wait in the hallway for just one minute?” He points toward a corridor nearby. I nod, holding back my own discomfort as I walk to the hall. I can still hear the low, angry sounds of their argument behind me. It is crazy, but until this moment, I knew nothing about Julian. I never asked about his life, his past. I was so busy thinking about Brandon and his affair. Now I lea

I explained to him. "Honey stop wasting?? This girl wants to be an old lady with sixty cats in her backyard. " Marialle teased me. "I don't care! As long as I am out away from these stupid pervert horny annoying guys. Urg! " The both looked at me dumb founded. "Oh my god... you better be an old maid? Then getting married? Are you a man hater or something? " Marialle asked too much "No!!!!... Most men are annoying and perverted. That's why... If I find a guy who is a gentleman and sweet, why not? But not now.. I want to love myself." I laughed at my statement.

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

Huhu! I ignored this man with me here in the room, He doesn't look at me, he doesn't care, he just let me and I know that he was also forced to this arrange marriage. Yes, we talked before but I really can't imagine that this person is my husband. he was just my classmate yesterday and now he is my Husband? I hope everything is just a dream. But not. "We're Married." I am now Mrs. Quinlee Velez Ford and he is now my husband.