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Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

he said, "you wouldn't have had a story like that to defend. I wasn't giving you one worth telling." "You are now," Elena said simply, and let that be enough, the two of them standing there in the ordinary light of their kitchen, the northern parcels and Renata Cole and the shareholder call all fading into the background of something steadier and more permanent than any of it a marriage two strangers in a conference room might glimpse for a moment and, without quite meaning to, come away believing in.

All these facts always make my heart bleed in pain. I see ladies, especially girls from my college fighting because of my husband and I can't even walk up to them and say, “Bitches! He's my fucking husband!" But how will I tell them that he's a cold and arrogant husband who doesn't love me. My husband is not just for me, he's for everyone, he can never be mine alone. He is MR POPULAR. My name is Constance Williams and you are about to read my love story...

The receptionist fell silent, astonishment evident in her eyes. So, that woman was the legendary wife of the CEO! Her story had circulated throughout the company, and it could only be described as legendary. She was once the CEO's girlfriend, but she was dumped, went to prison and gave birth to an illegitimate child. Yet, despite all that, she ended up with Mr. Birch again, marrying him and even giving birth to a second child. How many women could claim such a history?

I had no ill intentions at all, only anger and helplessness—I lived an honest and quiet life, yet was inexplicably involved in a commercial conspiracy. At first, I wanted to bear it alone so as not to disturb Shen Zeyan’s work. But the more I thought about it, the clearer it became: this matter was beyond my personal ability, and I had to tell my husband. Husband and wife should face crises together.

She felt very fortunate to have been able to enter their lives and that they allowed her to be part of it. She was so in love with this man. Her life had done a complete 180-degree turn: from student to wife in little less than two weeks. And not just anyone's wife, but the wife of the man who held his young son with one arm and his daughter's hand with the other; who smiled openly while looking at her; who lost that icy shell and became a sweet and considerate being. Who lost control when they were alone and gave her the most affectionate caresses she had ever felt.

As soon as the words left Ross's mouth, Hilary froze like an ice sculpture. Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but smile. I lifted my hand, gently twisting the diamond ring on my finger. "Yes, but my wife and daughter are both dead." Ross looked up sharply, visibly stunned. My parents turned to me with sympathetic eyes. I went on, "Three years ago, my wife and daughter were burned to ash in a fire." I let my gaze linger on Hilary. Her face turned ghostly pale in an instant.

She then said, "Mr. Zane, this short story talks about a husband and wife being separated after marriage. After that, they met up but didn't recognize each other?" If he did not know that she was learning very attentively, Xander would have assumed that she knew something. "Mhm, The story does talk about a husband and wife being separated after marriage. They met again and fell in love." "This man is so unreliable!" Perhaps because it was related to her, Abigail was inspired to speak. "After marriage, he left his newly wedded wife alone at home. It's fine at our age. To a woman at home at that age, he must've not known how hard his wife's days were."

Perhaps hearing our argument, the neighbors came out of their units. "Mason, what's going on? Who is this woman?" "Yeah! Do you need any help?" I looked at Mindy again and warned coldly, "I'm saying this one last time: let me go." Mindy said to my neighbors, "I'm his wife! This has nothing to do with you." "Wife? She’s claiming to be Mason's wife." I turned to look at Mindy's face. "You made me do this." After saying that, I told the neighbors who had rushed over, "This woman was indeed my wife. After we got married, she kept thinking about her male assistant and even kicked me out of our home so he could move in. What a good wife she was!"