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Humans can't win against witches, so the king along with the royal officials decided to kill the witches. “Evan, do you know why I ventured to the village and be your wife?” Elanor said to Evan, her voice tearing but not letting the tears flow, “Because I know you're a good person and I trust you. In this life of mine, I was born without choosing my own life, so having you in this life is the greatest happiness in my life. Evan, if there is an afterlife, I hope we can become a normal husband and wife again, live a normal life so that I can love you normally.”

Slowly, I roused myself from the comfort of the bed and made my way to Cullen's opulent bathroom. As I stepped inside, a sense of grandeur enveloped me. The room exuded an air of high luxury and refined elegance. The centerpiece of this lavish space was undoubtedly the bathtub, an extravagant masterpiece adorned with intricate gold designs, a testament to Cullen's penchant for sophistication and aesthetic opulence. The sheer elegance of the bathtub immersed me in a world of luxury. I was more than delighted to take my shower in Cullen's bath, never knew he paid much attention to details. Carla walked in and ask if I needed anything,

Johann have this light aura around him that made me felt at ease. “That’s right, but you can also call me darling.” He grins mischievously. Might have I forgotten that he’s a little coquettish? “I don’t think so that my husband would like that.” He only laughs at my remarks. “You think so? What if I told you that he’s sleeping with Delilah, would that change your mind?” He was frank. I didn’t believe my ears at first. “Excuse me?” The playfulness on my voice faded.

As he glared at his sister. "Why huh? Why is it enough." Cassandra asked angrily rising to her feet. "You know its the truth. We all do. She married you for the money." Cassandra said looking directly at me. "She's a gold digger, her entire family are gold diggers." Andrew was about to say something but I beat him to it. "What's the matter Cassandra? Can't keep up with the facade anymore." I said as I watched her fumed with anger. "It must have been so exhausting pretending for so long."

She hurriedly picked up the towel, her face turning crimson with embarrassment, and wrapped it tightly around her chest, holding onto it as if her life depended on it. “Whh…. wha…. what are you doing here?” she asked surprised by her own voice stuttering. “I'm here to see my wife " he said. "But who would have thought she'd be so eager to start our wedding night." He said moving even closer to her. Gritting her teeth “Don’t be mistaken, I was just drying my hair, you startled me and my towel dropped. Don't think too much, and besides this my room, You Mr Adrian De Luca should have common basic etiquette to knock before entering peoples room.” she said her ears were red from embarrassment and

‘How in the world am I supposed to be focused on this house tour when all that was running in my mind is that line he said?’ It was impossible to ignore, let alone forget. ‘Allow me to spoil you a little, Isobelle.’ “A little? A little?! How could this little kingdom be categorized as little?” Belle stared at the signed impressionist painting. That art alone looks like it should be in a museum. Wherever she looked, there’s at least one thing that would be considered a treasure. “I didn’t marry him for money, didn’t I? Gosh. What if I’m really one of those gold diggers? Oh, hell.”

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.

My blood seemed to turn cold while I tried to read what was written on it. What the hell? How did he pull this off? "This is illegal," I hissed through gritted teeth. It must be! I skimmed through the papers again, but I couldn't find any loopholes. Everything seemed legit. The papers were even duly notarized! "How dare you?!" I gathered the strength to stand and slam the folder on his desk. "I haven't signed anything! How could you do this?!" I yelled. "Dear wife," he smirked. "You signed the deed during our wedding. It took a while before everything was finalized, but," he shrugged.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN — Filing Day POV: Elena Voss The initial divorce petition sat precisely in the center of Renata's mahogany desk. Twenty-seven pages. Twenty years. It was brutally efficient how little paper it actually took to legally dismantle an entire life. Renata flipped through the heavy stock documents one last time, her eyes scanning the margins, checking signature lines, financial disclosures, and supporting exhibits. Every single page represented another concrete piece of evidence I had spent the last two weeks agonizingly gathering. The naive woman who had found a single blonde hair on her husband's collar felt like a stranger now. She was gone, and in her place sat a clinician who

The crimson lace bralette sat on the center of the slate grey silk sheets, a loud, mocking testament to the absolute death of Elena’s marriage. Elena stood perfectly still at the threshold of the master bedroom. Her fingers gripped the doorframe so tightly that her nails dug into the polished wood, her knuckles turning a stark, bloodless white. This was the third time this month she had found another woman's garments left behind. Julian did not even try to hide it anymore. He did not care enough to try.