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"Nothing at all. Alex is another man's biological son, and Hazel has been sleeping with other men. Bryan is broke, and his mother was murdered." "Gosh! That's brutal. Turns out the one who played the victim the hardest was having the most fun all along." Many of the women in the courtroom watched her with disgust, and one commented, "With the extent of Hazel's affairs, she must've slept with someone to get named the town's model wife." In an instant, a flood of condemnation crashed down on Hazel. She completely broke down and began screaming at me. "I married you and worked myself to the bone! Is this how you repay me? After all these years together, are you so determined to ruin me?"

I read the caption before focusing on the actual image itself. ‘IS IT OVER FOR MILLIONAIRE ADRIAN COLE AND HIS BASIC WIFE ISABELLA HAYES’S MARRIAGE?’ ‘ ADRIAN SPOTTED WITH A STUNNING WOMAN AT THE VIVA LA PASION.’ The caption was devastating to read, but it wasn’t the worst thing to come from the post.

My dick was half-hard already, trapped awkwardly in my jeans. Another flicker. Lights dimmed, brightened, dimmed again. Then the TV stuttered. Then the scene changed—on-screen couple in a cozy cabin, snow outside, clothes coming off slow. Kissing deep, hands under shirts. Her moaning his name while he lifting her against the wall. Thrusting slow at first, then harder.

"And you are…?" Grayson opened his mouth. "I'm her husband…" "Her husband?" The nursing student's voice cut like glass. "Do you know her child could have been saved? When she was brought in, she was covered in blood! And she chose to give up the baby—signed the abortion consent and divorce agreement with hands soaked in it!" The nursing student's eyes flashed with anger. "Sir, I don't know what happened between you two, but as a husband, you have failed her completely."

Not my Alex, please. "Alex doesn't have a brain tumor, doc. That must be a review of someone else's health, not my husband," How I am so sure of my reply to him is crazy, but there's no way I'm going to believe him, right? I and Alex have been together for over a year before we got married weeks ago. There's no way he would've hidden it from me if he really has a brain tumor, right? "How sure are you, madam? The cancerous cells have spread all over his brain and he..."

As they spoke of this topic, everyone couldn't help but turn to look at the adulterous couple who were also present this day. The husband, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, was speaking with ease and fluency while standing among the distinguished personages and the rich. The wife, dressed in a flesh colored low cut dress, was flirtatiously drinking with a group of sickening producers and directors. The couple's harmonious façade could only fool ordinary people who were ignorant of the inside story. Who else in upper class society didn't know that Carmen has slept with countless men? The couple was now playing around on their own. The husband slept with young models and female celebrities,

"But I'm not burning with him." Right then, my screen lit up—shareholders' group chat blowing up with notifications. I opened the group chat. Matthew had already dropped a wall of text. He started with some fake solemn apology for his "mishandling," but halfway through, the mask slipped. [...As you know, Selene is not only my wife but also my partner in founding this company. I know her talent better than anyone, and I've always been proud of her. But lately, her emotions have become unstable—paranoid, short-tempered—and it's seriously disrupted company decisions.]

My eyes reddened with sadness. I looked at Simone—the woman I had loved for eight years—and choked out, "From the very beginning, you thought that I had cancer. You were the one who was hoping that I'd die." The surrounding patients and nurses gasped in disbelief. "So, they are husband and wife? That woman has no conscience at all!" "Exactly! She didn't want her husband to get treatment! "Then, doesn't that make the guy beside her the homewrecker?" Shawn's face turned deathly pale as he frantically waved his hands to deny it. "No, I'm not… We're just friends…"

The unfamiliar click of the remote shattered the quiet as Collins turned on the large TV, flipping through channels with a practised ease. I sat there, having quite wide space between us. My attention split between the glowing screen and the man sitting beside me. A part of me was a tightly wound spring, bracing for the inevitable punishment that seemed to loom over every moment we shared. Yet, another part of me, the same part that couldn’t help but be drawn to him, felt his stolen glances, the way his eyes would momentarily leave the screen to flick over to me. We weren’t a husband and wife at that moment, but two strangers sharing a couch, the only sound was the low murmur of the televisi

Maybe some people I don't really know. “According to the highest votes here. Best couples, Kehlani Cole and Trevor Casper.” Silence followed, deafening. My jaw dropped again.