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Your Husband, Maria Walker.

The door handle turned. A voice brushed against my ear before I could even move. “Your husband wants you home.” Cold metal pressed against my neck. My blood turned to ice. And that stopped second, I realizedCharles had found us. “The world doesn’t need proof to hate a woman, it only needs a picture.” The title burned across every screen I passed. “Billionaire’s Wife Caught in Scandal: Secret Affair Exposed.” My name. My face. My life is all torn apart in a single shot.

"Yes. You may go." "Thank you, Lissa. Thank you!" Edgar opened his arms; he was about to hug Elissa. Elissa dodged. She was still reluctant to be held by Edgar. Edgar, who had been happy, now his face was flat again. That's right. Edgar was no one but Elissa's secret husband. He had no way to Elissa's heart. At least for now. Tomorrow? After the Lebanon project, Edgar could surely be re-energized to make Elissa fall in love. For him, marriage is only once. He didn't want to fail the choice he had made.

What have I just done? A harsh, bitter laugh escaped me as I threw my phone onto the bed. Oh, this is going to be a fucking disaster. Because, of course, why not toss a fake relationship into the mix? Just add it to the wonderful combination of a broken marriage, a hypocritical husband, and a mistress who is probably upstairs right now getting comforted while my husband says he is sorry for being such an asshole. How completely perfect.

"Raymond." "How are you?" "Fine. Martin, come to mama." I spread out my hands as he ran towards me and wrapped himself around my legs. I ran my fingers on his soft silky hair. I then turned my attention back to Raymond. "What can I do for you?" "No hello for an old friend." "Old friend." I smiled. "An old friend that stained my image, pride, and reputation. My husband saw that porn you uploaded online, he died because of what you did."

Turns out being rich and lonely felt worse than being broke and busy. At least one thing had changed. I was glowing. Good food, zero stress, and expensive skincare had done their work, and even I had to admit I looked better. Out of curiosity one afternoon, I searched his name. Alexander Blackwood.Turns out my fake husband owned half the world, industries, fashion companies, a media channel, a model agency, a multi billion dollar empire. Funny how I had to find out about my own husband from the internet, given I hadn't seen him once since arriving. He left before I woke up and came back after I was already asleep.

he kissed me one more, but on my forehead this time, then added, “You’re going to be my wife, a real wife. I’ll announce our marriage after two months. And I apologized that you have to wait for two months.” I converted my gaze away from him. I didn’t want him to see the disappointment in my eyes. I was afraid that he saw more than I wanted him to see in my gaze. “You will be my wife, my precious wife, and my sex slave just in bed!” I was spechless. He was talking about it as if it was an easy thing. “Anastasia is a slave to Jack. They had that kind of relationship even before they got married. They loved each other, had the kind of relationship they wanted and finally married. You can ask h

“Mrs. Vance, Mr. Vance wanted you to have this.” I smiled, relief flooding me for a moment. Maybe Ian had planned some kind of surprise. Maybe I’d been overthinking. I handed the pen drive to the technician, who plugged it into the projector. The lights dimmed as a video began to play. And then my world ended. “This,” Ian’s voice filled the hall, cold and smooth, “is my anniversary gift to my soon-to-be ex-wife. I finally free you from our miserable marriage. It had no future from the start. I want a divorce, Elara Rhodes. In that envelope are the papers. Sign them and deliver them to my doorstep.”

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

Henry asked and Asher frowned. "Um... What?" Asher asked. "Excuse Me, Sir... Did you met your wife? She just walked past from here?" The same reception asked and Henry frowned at her question. "Fuck my life." Asher cursed himself scratching the back of his neck. "His wife?" Henry asked confusingly. "Yeah. His wife... Umm... I mean, He said he is Mrs. Olivia Madison son in law." The receptionist answered and Henry looked at him angrily. "Um... Yes. Please leave us alone." Henry replied and the receptionist walked away.