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Bert sighed deeply and continued, "Grace and William were never compatible. William worked as a security guard, earning a modest salary. Grace was an ambitious woman who always wanted to marry into wealth. After giving birth to Sophia, she had an affair with a wealthy man, which led to constant arguments and verbal abuse from Grace toward William. But William endured all of it for the sake of you and Sophia. However, Grace saw his tolerance as a weakness and became increasingly unreasonable. One day, William caught Grace and another man going to a hotel." Emily gasped in shock. "They were having an affair in the hotel where William worked and deliberately let him catch them," Bert's anger wa

To think she was picturing a future with that man a few years ago. She agreed that she was an idiot. “This is Anastasia Reyes, Tristian’s wife, and her sister, Shayne Wellington.” William introduced. “I didn’t know Mr Reyes had a wife…a very beautiful wife.” He complimented and stood up to greet Anna, giving her a cheeky grin as he kissed the back of her hand. “Nice to meet you, Mrs Reyes.” He greeted her, and Anna couldn’t help the smile that left her lips. She could hardly believe that the man was a Wade. But he was a Wade.

"Listen, I didn't call to argue with you; I just want to know if my husband is at your house.” "Oh, husband? And you think I will tell you? Jimena, I hate you; you're a homewrecker!” "Oh, cut the crap, you and I know there was no home; William didn't love your friend; she forced herself on him.” “But still, they were lawfully married, and all you did was come between them; there was a daughter for god's sake.” I didn't like her tone. “And again, not my problem; your friend drugged William; what did you expect that she would steal my man and get away with it? Don't forget William and I were dating before she-”

As if God's grace had soothed me down, I demanded, "I'll need you to repeat that again, William. Who is she to you, and who am I to you?" A hint of panic surfaced in William's eyes, but that did not change his attitude. With his chest puffed out, he said, "You need me to repeat myself? Fine, she's my wife, Selene Tousson. You are nothing but my colleague, Melanie Crossfire. Honestly, you can't just cling to me just because I treat my wife like a queen while your husband treats you like trash." Discussions and whispers rippled through the crowd. "I knew it. She's mad. Still, I feel sad for her. Her husband drove her to this."

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

“Well, if it isn’t Florence Hanson.” Anthea took my arm and beamed. She said to Florence, “How did you know that Tyson and I were getting married?” I raised an eyebrow at this. When had that been decided? However, I did not expose Anthea’s lie. Playing along, I said, “Yes, we’re getting married soon.” Florence’s face was deathly pale as she glared at Anthea’s arm in mine. Tearfully, she said, “Didn’t you say you’d love me forever, Ty? You’re faking, right?”

Six months ago, when Dad passed away, they rushed to pay their respects and discovered that Vivian, as the daughter-in-law, did not show up at all, making them realize there were serious problems in our marriage. They felt incredibly ashamed for raising such a daughter, and even more deeply guilty and heartbroken for me, their son-in-law, who always worked hard and treated them with respect. So they prepared for the worst and had this will officially notarized. The will clearly stated that if Vivian's misconduct and betrayal of family and marriage led to the breakdown of the marriage, then half of all their assets would be gifted to their only recognized son-in-law, me. Felix's eyes were red

"Yes....Y-es Sir actually after the news came...her parents visited ....her mother was really angry and...she slapped ma'am....ma'am got sad after that....she wouldn't eat ....she started drinking" Ashton knew how sensitive his wife. Her entire family irritated her. "Get the car ready" "Where to sir?" "Hamilton House" ................................................. "You got a long way to go before you start learning to love yourself "

Tabitha's eyes widened in shock, half astonished and half as angry. Why are you here? - she asked her Riley clenched her hand tightly, a trace of panic flashed quickly in her eyes. On the second day after the wedding, she was seen by her stepmother in front of the house. Tabitha cared about her family's reputation and looked around the car, she found no one, so she said: - Come, let's go inside. We have a lot to talk about. Tabitha said. Riley got out of the car and started walking inside. Right in front of the door, Bruce poked his head out of the window, rubbing his lips with his fingers wickedly, and said:

An official document. Stamped. Signed. Legal. Patricia read the heading. Then read it again. Her blood froze. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT Below it appeared a familiar name. Alex Midila And beneath that, one line that made her entire world stop. SOLE BENEFICIARY: FIONA LAWAMA Patricia's hands began shaking. "No..." Alison nodded grimly. "Someone convinced your husband to write a will." Patricia's breathing became uneven. Then she noticed something else. The date.