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At my husband, Matt Blanchard's, funeral, I forced my in-laws, Albert Blanchard and Thelma Sampson, to sign a document relinquishing their rights to his inheritance. Thelma kneeled on the ground in a frail manner. Her eyes brimmed with helpless tears. "Debbie, Matt is gone now! That means we're going to have to rely on you from now on. Please, you can't treat us like this…" Her face was ashen, and she wouldn't stop coughing either. She looked like she was terminally ill.

"I have to speak with her architectural team first. I'll talk to Maverick later." I wonder why I didn't locate this Maverick fellow earlier. Maybe I wouldn't have had to steal my sister's husband, have a child for him, and pretend to love him. I would've just taken out that man's family and creep into his heart as the lady who'd help him forget his late wife, if there's any. A couple of months later he dies from not being able to handle the grief from the death of his wife and I...I become the rich widow who lives to donate her late husband's wealth to charity. Only after saving a fortune for myself of course. "Laura, you're not listening to me."

Just like then, his touch was awkward yet steady, a silent attempt to hold me together when my world was falling apart. The funeral was a quiet, somber affair. The sky hung heavy with unrelenting gray, as if the universe itself grieved alongside me. I stood motionless beside my father, my breath shallow, as I watched my husband being lowered into the earth. This wasn’t the forever he had promised me. There were no more whispered dreams of growing old together, no more late-night laughter or morning kisses. At just twenty-six, I was already a widow, trapped in a reality I never saw coming.

"Pit, I want to thank you for everything you've done for your team and your people, and I'm sorry about the casualties; I'm sorry that things got to such an extreme that security was compromised. "Certainly, my friend, I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. I don't know if we will be facing a new challenge in life. The only thing I can understand right now is that Carla, my wife Carla, is here with me, alive, breathing, here. That's all that matters to me, that's all my eyes see, that's all I understand and want to: that Carla Davison D' Bastidas, the woman I love madly, is with me; that I almost lost her, and I didn't." EXTRAS facts about this novel:

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

A woman who never once had to worry about the security of her future. That was until tragedy struck. Gone was the vivacious woman, replaced by someone who had to upend everything she knew amidst the heartbreak she faced, and had to learn how to swim in a man's world she knew next to nothing about and took over her late husband's business. Honestly, I couldn't believe Caleb's accident had happened only a year and a half ago. So much had happened. So many changes had to be made. It felt like several years had passed by since his untimely departure.

Advika felt happy that her husband agreed with her because this is her. **A handicapped wife of the richest billionaire of the country.** ********** ********** Let me know your thoughts about my book in the comment section. With Love, Author The Cloud.

I chided, and she lifted her face to look at me. “And now, my supposed husband is dead for the past three months and again;I was forced to be a widow for the next six months” I continued with tears welling up in my eyes. She stands on her feet and come closer to me. The tears were now rolling down my cheeks. “So, tell me, what exactly are you doing?” I questioned calmly and she slowly held my hand. “Flora” she called, but I removed my hand from hers. I was not in the mood to listen to her sermons now.

“The top family in the South Region... awesome. Are all the men from that top family in the South Region of yours scumbags like you? Do you all go around and break innocent women’s hearts like you do?” “I love it, what are you gonna do about it? I love seeing those women being manipulated by me. I love the way they mutilate themself for me. I even enjoy watching them commit suicide for me! Who are you to mind my business? Also, do you really think you can mind my business?”