Debbie felt speechless. She had never said Emmett was her husband.

Corrupt? Emmett would never do that. He was always honest. She felt bad about dragging him into this.

‘Thank God I married Carlos. Otherwise, Portia and Gail would Laugh at me for the rest of my life, ‘ she thought.

“Whatever. I’m busy. Bye.”

Debbie didn’t want to waste any more time on Portia.

“Stop!” Portia called out. She found Debbie had changed a lot. Power never scared her, but she was even prouder than before, not giving a damn about anybody else.

From the arrogant way Debbie carried herself, Portia began to suspect her husband was not Emmett but Carlos.

“I always tolerated, humored and even flattered you. It was

now on, I will humor

going to see my family as

to her anymore, and she didn’t give a hoot about what

her head held high, Debbie walked away, leaving Portia guessing and clutching at straws. She acted calm, but her long fingernails stuck into her handbag, leaving deep

knew. Debbie used to be humble and self-effacing, with low self-esteem. Now she was parading around

It’s not like he’s Carlos! We’ll see who comes out on top!’

Debbie’s way back to the party, two other women stopped her in her tracks. They sized her

wants to

talking

women looked even remotely familiar. She’d know if she’d met

a black dress snapped, “Don’t ask.

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