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Her world crumbled right before her eyes. She immediately imagined herself pulling that woman’s hair and strangling her neck. She wanted to confront her and ask her why she would do that to her husband. Ask her where did she find the audacity to steal a married man. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and cry like no one was around. In reality, her self-worth was gone even when she remained composed. She wanted to put all the blame on the woman when her husband seemed to equally enjoy the ass that was on his lap. She could not even bring herself to defend Jack. He willingly kissed and did even more with another woman.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I just drowned in the juice. Well, you're right, no wife will allow their husband to be robbed. But we also can't say that others are rich who are having an affair or committing a mistake." "I agree, there are so many people doing it now. Choosing other women than their own family and some women choose to be mistresses." I agree. We talked until we finished eating and went around. Even though we have only just met, she is kind and sociable. Jhazzy POV I didn't expect Thunder's wife and me to cross paths, I came one day that destiny was with me. She trusts me so easily. What could Thunder like about her is that she can't seem to break dishes.

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.

“What do you think?” “I think that you are making a point with this meal,” I told him earnestly. “Ecaeris and Akyran took away Aien, so you are showing them by placing him at a lower table that they did not take away something that you value. And as Aien would not come when you asked him, you are punishing him by having me wear his mother’s dress,” I did not doubt that he knew that Aien and I had been lovers. I did not know how it was that he had determined it, but he had, and that was why he had targeted me. “As your wife gave her life for the villagers, you take their lives,” I continued. “And that one is a double-edged sword because in doing that, you also punish her for her sacrifice, by

Not evil. Not manipulative. Broken. And somehow that made everything worse. Because villains were easy to hate. Human beings weren't. "What happened that night?" Mercy's face paled immediately. The question clearly terrified her. For several seconds, she remained silent. Then she whispered: "The nurse wasn't acting alone." Alison froze. "What?" Mercy looked toward the ruined window. Toward the city lights beyond. "The baby wasn't stolen for money." The lawyer's pulse quickened. "Then why?"

He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior. Jean had also tearfully accused me, "I had been in love with Felix for years, yet I never knew he was this kind of person. He would usually give me the silent treatment. I could even put up with his occasional physical abuse. But I never expected that he would embezzle and misappropriate company property. I absolutely cannot allow myself to be the wife of a criminal." As I watched Jean accuse me and fabricate things that I didn't do, and the immense harm I had supposedly brought to her and our family, I just let out a mocking smile.

She had stayed up nights picking names for him, bought out every toy store in town for his birthday gifts, and read childish fairy tales to him while I lay feverish. Then, Skye had returned to the country, and everything ended. He had used his heart condition to set traps for us again and again—playing helpless and pitiful to win Eira's sympathy, then tempting our son to hide a caterpillar in his bed so he could stage an attack and let Eira walk in on it. After that, nothing had been the same. Inside the ward, the woman nodded with relief and asked, "By the way, where is your mother? Why isn't she with you?"

Without thinking about the desperate measures I might have to take, or the mistakes I have already made, I replied immediately, “Yes!” “I will be your contract wife and so be it!” After I replied, everything was blurry. I was losing myself and I had no control. I couldn’t help it, I saw myself falling to the width of the mansion floor. Everywhere was pitch dark. Was this the end? I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was deeply sorry for Valerie. Even when she did him badly at some point, I had no right to cross the lines of getting married to her ex-fiancé.

Valentina didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward, her smile sharp as glass, and drove the heel of her red stiletto into his throat. The room gasped as he choked, hands clawing at his neck, crimson spreading down his shirt. He collapsed to the marble floor, writhing once before going still. Silence thundered. Every eye was fixed on her. Valentina lifted her chin, steady as steel, her heel slick with blood. “My husband,” she said, her voice clear, sharp, carrying across the hall, “is not my master. He’s my partner. And anyone who doubts it can join him on the floor.”