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Finally, I grabbed it—and froze. It was Rachel. My wife. Shit. I gestured frantically for Ramona to stay down and keep quiet. This was a video call. Rachel's face appeared on screen, still clearly pissed at me. "Cole, my bestie said she was coming to see you today, and she still hasn't come back. Is she there with you?" So she knew. I couldn't exactly lie. "Yeah, Ramona stopped by. I was just about to start cooking dinner." Talking as I moved toward the kitchen, I forgot about the camera angle. A few steps forward, and suddenly the whole room came into view—including Ramona sprawled across the bed in complete disarray.

He left soon after, and the mansion returned to its usual quiet routine. What surprised everyone was Elara. She never mentioned the news. No questions. No anger. No jealousy. She behaved exactly the same as always, calm, attentive, composed. The staff noticed it immediately. Everyone had seen the headlines by now. Adrian Wolfe appearing everywhere with another woman while his wife said nothing. Most wives would react. She didn’t. Because Adrian Wolfe was one of the country’s most powerful businessmen, the photos spread quickly. Business sites picked them up first, then entertainment pages and social media.

She had a nagging feeling that something bad was about to happen. The priest announced, “Everyone, I ask for your patience. The groom is a little delayed. In the meantime, let me play a surprise video the groom has prepared for his bride.” A moment later, moans filled the church. Then, whispers and murmurs erupted. “But after the wedding, you’ll have to give Hugh and me some time alone.” The content of the video was so shocking that it immediately ignited a stir in the crowd. Everyone in the room recognized the voices instantly.

Until balance became obsession and obsession became justification. His doorbell rang. Marcus frowned. No one visited unannounced. He approached cautiously. Then froze. A package rested outside his door. No sender. No return address. Marcus carried it inside. Opened it. His hands trembled. Inside sat a flash drive along with a note. Two words. **Watch This.** Marcus inserted the drive and the video loaded immediately. Security footage. Old. A younger Marcus entered a conference room. Then Victoria Hale appeared beside him. Marcus stopped breathing because he remembered this meeting. What he didn't remember was the camera.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

After a moment, she called again, "Honey, the washing machine is broken. Can you take a look at it?" When I didn't respond right away, she came in, clearly annoyed. "Marcus Lomas. I've been calling for you. Why are you ignoring me?" My mind was still processing what had happened. I couldn't believe my wife had tried to kill me just to be with another man. Felicia noticed my dazed state and quickly put on a concerned expression, reaching out to feel my forehead. I recoiled from her touch, my body shaking. She didn't seem to mind though and handed me a toolkit and the same black-handled screwdriver from before.

A cruel tradition they’d chose to forget had been revived yet again by the mother queen. At Dusk, when everyone else was inside there home afraid of getting at it with the queen. Someone else lurked around the pole, Mr White’s wife, while his daughter watched out for the guards. She stepped out, contemplated on how to get her husband away from the rusted pole,as usual, she noticed something the rest did not notice, the crack. She slowly walked over, without being cringing over her husband, she pulled him until the pole lowered slightly, then she was able to pull her husband’s arm away.

Eda's informant had just arrived at the Simpson property when he heard the dispute. He had infiltrated the security camera footage and that was what Eda was watching in the comfort of her home, with much amusement. Wiggling her wine glass, she was enjoying what she was seeing to the point that her husband was talking to her and she was ignoring him because of how exciting what she was seeing was. Something that worried her husband, who knew the extent of his wife's concern. “What is it that you see that you find so amusing?” asks her husband for the third time and it is at that moment that Eda reacts.