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"My wife is the kindest soul. I can't imagine what Aria did to earn such a harsh word from her." Aria's eyes widened in shock. "Mr. Gibson, what are you talking about? She's your wife?" They had walked in one after the other, looking like total strangers. She had been so sure Madeline and Trevon had nothing to do with each other. It was, after all, common sense that couples always walked together. Trevon, unfazed, beckoned Madeline over. When Madeline just stood there, looking lost, he went to her and took her hand. "Yes, she's my wife. What exactly did you do to upset her, Aria? She's gone all quiet."

Lyara’s POV I’d been on my feet since 3 pm, chopping, stirring, baking. My hands were raw from scrubbing the same spot on the counter for the third time. Five years of marriage, and I still tried to make everything perfect for him. Today was supposed to be different. Today was supposed to be good. I pulled the pregnancy test from my pocket again. Two pink lines. Faint, but there. My hands trembled so hard I nearly dropped it.

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

"And relax, I'm not here to cause trouble. I got the call we're back together?" "Your job is simple. Tamara must have filled you in," "Since when is that old woman back on our team?" "Since it's involving her daughter." Justin said. "Whatever, I've met her before. She was...alright." She hated that they all gave her this quiet look like she was crazy, yet none of them asked her questions. "You won't ask about who my husband is?" "Before you say it's young master," Justin started to say. Tessa and Leroy have known each other since they were teenagers, and she had always said she would marry him. In fact, she always called herself a "Mrs. "He's already taken for."

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Then he reached out, cupped my face with both hands, thumbs brushing away the tears I hadn’t realized were falling. “I can’t promise that,” he said softly. “Not if it means losing you. Not if it means our child grows up without her mother.” We talked for four hours. Not fighting. Not shouting. Actually talking was the way we rarely did because there was always another crisis, another body, another threat. We talked about limits. About what we were each willing to do. About the man in the journal whose name we now knew: Cornelius Ashby. Ninety-one years old. Former silent partner.Living in a heavily guarded countryside estate with money that still traced back to Vale Enterprises through three

I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.” … My husband, the award-winning actor Jonas Yves, held a grand confession ceremony for another woman. He publicly declared their relationship on the Internet, making headlines and moving hearts. As for me, his wife of eight years, I could only watch the raucous interview from the side like an outsider. The journalists on the scene were in an uproar. The fans in the front row were celebrating. The next second, Jonas put a matching ring on her finger. Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple.

He walked toward her, intrigued. “I haven't seen you here before,” he said, studying her intensely with a curious grin. “Um...” Ivana glanced at Tardrain, who was busy scrolling through his tablet. “I'm Ivana, his wife. I just returned from abroad,” she lied smoothly, flashing him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Tardrain snapped his head up, his heart stinging at the word. “You. Are. Not. My. Wife.” He groaned through gritted teeth.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

He was about to spell out my options, but the clock kept ticking in agonizing slowness that it felt as if it was going backwards. "Get. To. The. Point. Todd." Seven hours ago, I had whisked Stephanie off our private jet. Our friends had been over to throw a surprise welcome home drinks. I couldn't have been happier. My beautiful, strong, talented wife. The love of my life was mine forever, to be by my side. Only to be ripped away from me like the fucking tide. Twelve hours ago, she was in my arms—begging for more. For me. Now I couldn't do anything... just wait. I swore to protect her, and I hadn't even managed a month of us being married to look after her.