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“You might want to ask your husband that.” Sarah turned her attention to me, her expression venomous. “Oh, I know what you’re trying to do. Stir up drama. But let me make one thing clear—you won’t win.” “Win?” I repeated, incredulous. “This isn’t some competition, Sarah. This is about the truth.” “The truth?” she scoffed. “The truth is that you’re obsessed with my husband and can’t accept that he’s moved on.” “Sarah—” Richard started, but she cut him off.

he said in Hackett's stead. However, Skye took it personally and saw it as mocking and humiliating her. She had no idea the man in front of her was no longer her husband. She was furious and seeing that Theodore was on her side, she retorted coldly, "Hackett, you don't have to mock me. Yes, I am in a relationship with Theodore, but so what? What have I gained from you in the last two years of marriage? Did you let me live the life of a wealthy lady even for a day? Apart from gambling and drinking, you are nothing but garbage.

His menacing breath draws closer to her. - You are a married woman. Showing your love for another man is immoral!

’ ‘You said nothing when I married her three years ago,’ I shot back, the whisky burning a path down my throat. ‘That,’ he said, placing his glass down with a precise click, ‘was because I assumed you had the situation under control.’ He looked genuinely disappointed, a look I knew well. ‘You’re my son. I thought you would have learned through example how to manage your private affairs.’ I let out a harsh, mocking laugh. ‘Your example? You mean the one where you keep a string of mistresses scattered across different time zones and a perfectly presentable wife here in London to maintain the facade? How many homes have you bought for them? How many other “wives” do you have? Do I have half-sib

Why exactly was that? " Oh, I don't really know yet and..." " You will own the walkway if you strut on it. How exactly has he been keeping you all this while!" He shrieked. " My husband seems really possessive of me. You don't really know how he is." " Oh please," he waved me off. " Mine is also of me. My husband wouldn't want me going anywhere without him, but I know that there is no way I would listen to him,"

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.