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Tell me, whose fault is that? Wendy paused momentarily before she continued. "The blame lies in your incompetence, Joanna." "You're right, Wendy. I am incompetent. So, the best course of action is to get Jeremy to sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible," Joanna replied nonchalantly. "Why, you!" Wendy was livid by her response. Joanna had never dared to speak to her like this before. Still, she was willing to let it slide for the sake of the twins. Wendy shoved her anger deep inside her and said patiently, "It doesn't matter if Jeremy only had eyes for that Slinger woman, Joanna. Sean and I are on your side.

“So no one will ever put their hands on my sister again.” Emilia blinked through tears, her heart swelling. She whispered, “Isa…” Luca exhaled slowly, then inclined his head. “Then you’ve done what most men couldn’t. And you did it without asking my permission.” Isadora smirked. “Would you have given it?” His lips curved in the faintest smile. “No.” They shared a rare look—an acknowledgment, a truce of equals. The twins sat together again, and soon their laughter bubbled up once more, softer this time. Emilia leaned back, one hand absently rubbing her stomach as Isadora teased her again.

Orion closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were bloodshot. "You’re terrifying. You’ve turned me into a monster, too. You don’t deserve my love." As Gwen tried to cling to him, he slapped her hard. He insisted on breaking off the engagement and took back the house he had given her. Gwen, who had always been favored, had fallen from grace into a terrible situation. She ran back home crying and told my mom how wronged she felt. "Mom, Orion hit me! He’s breaking off the engagement. "Kate’s dead. It’s not my fault, right?

She looked up, her gaze shifting between us. "Oh, I know exactly how that feels, Your Highness," Gina chimed in smoothly. She threw a nasty smirk in my direction. "Because I, too, am married to the absolute love of my life." "And what about you, Anna?" the princess asked. "I am divorced," I said evenly. "But that doesn't mean I didn't experience unconditional love from my husband." Gina’s eyes twitched, a flash of bottled-up fury breaking through her polished exterior. "Oh," the princess murmured, softening slightly. "It must have hurt terribly."

“I’ll be outside with the doctor. Try to sleep.” When he left, the silence filled the room again, heavy, familiar, and suffocating. I stared at the ceiling until my vision blurred, the doctor’s words echoing in my head. One of the twins might have complications. But even that wasn’t what hurt the most. Earlier this morning, I heard the news. Vincent had signed the divorce agreement. So fast. So easily. The paper hadn’t even gone cold before he signed it. No hesitation. No question. Just a signature — as if it meant nothing.

When I finished speaking, Kurt launched into a furious tirade, cursing Charlie without holding back. "Leave it to me. I'll make sure he pays for what he did! Did you really think Maxwell rotting in prison was enough? The other two won't get away with it either. So, are you really sure about this?" Tears streamed down my face as I nodded. "Yes, Kurt. Getting divorced is for the best." I couldn't wait to get the hell out of this damn place. "What about the twins?" When I was pregnant with them, the doctors had warned me how risky it was. In the end, all three of us had nearly died.

He felt nothing but bitter disappointment. "Alright, Arielle, Adrian. It's time to go home," Carter called out. Arielle and Adrian gave Rhea a reluctant glance. Smiling, Rhea said, "Call me whenever you want, okay?" The kids frowned. Carter and Rhea were really getting a divorce. They had heard everything earlier. Their parents were really getting a divorce. The twins had always shared a special bond. At that moment, the same bold idea popped into both of their minds.

“I won’t stay somewhere I am blamed for everything. Nobody truly wants me, just my son you all treat like a possession.” Celestine let out a broken laugh through her tears. “No one wants you?” she cried. “You destroyed my marriage and now you’re acting innocent. Do you want my husband to marry you too?” Mara slowly lifted her blind eyes toward the sound of Celestine’s voice. For once, she did not shrink. “You think I wanted this?” Mara asked quietly. “You think I dreamed of becoming the woman caught between twin brothers?” Celestine opened her mouth, but Mara continued before she could speak.

For three years, Margot Fairley was the wife nobody saw. Rhys Calloway married her on his grandfather's orders and spent the marriage waiting for Vivienne Sutter, the actress he believed saved his life. Then, at the old man's eightieth birthday gala, Edmund Calloway collapses after drinking the tea Margot made him. An empty pill vial turns up in her purse. Rhys doesn't ask for her side. He hands her divorce papers. She signs them the same morning she learns she is pregnant. Then she disappears. Five years later, Bramport's best hospital needs the surgeon who invented a heart repair nobody else can perform. When Dr. Margot Fairley walks into the consult room, Rhys finally looks at her—and

I muttered, feeling another sharp pang in my chest. Hogan leaned in, his lawyer brain taking over. "I have to ask—as your friend, not just your counsel—why the hell are you still pushing for this divorce? Look at how he treats you. Look at the way he watches you. Most Lunas would kill for that kind of attention." "It’s complicated, Hogan," I said, my voice hardening. "Power and attention don't equal a happy marriage. We have history. Ugly history." "Yeah, well, history is for textbooks," Hogan countered, getting a bit too bold. "Future is what matters. You’ve got twins, a pack that adores you, and a husband who looks like he’d burn the world down if you asked. Don't be a fool."