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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!”

Inside, whispers followed them, like a leech. William walked straight to the center of the room, stopping in front of the board directors, shareholders, old business allies. He looked at them all. “Ladies and gentlemen, meet my wife.” There was Gasps,murmurs, whispers and stare.l Kate felt the heat rushing to her face. One of the board members blinked. “Your… wife?” “Yes,” William said steadily. “We’ve kept it private. For personal reasons. But it’s time to change that.” An older woman stepped forward. William’s mother. Her lips were tight. Her eyes are sharp.

" Can I meet her now, Aunt?" " No. William locked the door of his bedroom. Nobody is allowed to go in. Also don't worry about her. William doesn't like her at all. So it's your chance. You know what I mean, right?" She smirks... " I understand " She smiles confidently... " Where is William now?" " Maybe in the graveyard! He doesn't miss visiting his fiancée!" In the graveyard... William sits on the soft grass, in front of the gravestone, a name beautifully curved into a platinum plate, " Odette Anderson " on it. Placing two white chrysanthemums on it, he just keeps staring at the photo of Odette.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"We have to be careful. If your uncles find out we're looking for the will, they'll do everything in their power to stop us. Or worse." Worse. Like the death threats. Like the men in the alley. Like everything that had led to my death in my first life. "I know," I said. "We'll be discreet. No one can know. Not even—" I stopped myself before I said Adrian's name. But Whitmore caught it anyway. "Not even your fiancé?" he asked quietly. "Not even him," I confirmed. Another pause. Longer this time. "Alright," Whitmore said finally. "This weekend. Just you and me. We'll find that, Seraphine. I promise you."

The gasps in the room were like music to Rose’s ears. She smiled cheekily but said nothing. The small gesture made Jasper even more furious. He turned around to his cousin. “Over my dead body will I allow you to take my wife from this house.”

“I don’t trust you with that. I took good care of her, got her discharged in perfect health, and less than a day later, she miscarried. You have zero credibility.” Ashton’s brow furrowed deeply. “Clara is my wife. Why are you being so attentive? Don’t you understand how to keep your distance from a married woman?” I slammed my spoon on the tray and said sarcastically, “Well, you’re one to talk. Who’s more out of line than you helping someone else have a baby through IVF and not even realizing it’s crossing a boundary?” Will’s eyes widened in shock as he glanced over at Ashton. Ashton’s face flushed red with frustration. Normally, he would have stormed out of the room by that point, but today

Her mind seemed fractured. Beside me, Fay spoke softly. "She's a pitiful woman. She had a beautiful family and a husband who loved her, but it wasn't enough. She wanted more—chased after luxury—and destroyed herself in the process. Who's to blame for that? No one but her own greed." ... Two weeks later, Fay and I had a simple, intimate wedding. Not long after, we got some surprising news: Peter's company had been shut down by the tax authorities for evasion, and he'd been sentenced to several years in prison.

My father was certain that the mother and daughter my husband brought back from Southern River were the daughter and granddaughter of an impeached official. As such, he locked them up. Afton Springfield, my husband, begged for my father’s mercy for seven days and nights outside the palace. This caused my father to fly into a rage. He wanted to get us divorced and execute Afton. To appease my father, I had begged him to release the mother and daughter as well in the previous timeline, even though I was heavily pregnant. Feeling resigned, my father sent the mother—Melinda—and daughter to the army as soldier servants. He also spared Afton and ordered him to treat me well so that he would