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.

tolerated, humored and even flattered you. It was all because of your

on, I will humor neither you nor your

You are going

anymore, and she didn’t give a hoot about

and clutching at straws. She acted calm, but her long fingernails stuck into

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

husband’s just a secretary. Don’t get cocky. It’s not like he’s Carlos!

the party, two other women stopped her in her tracks. They

wants to

talking about, ‘

two women looked even remotely familiar. She’d know if she’d met them before. So it made her even more curious who wanted to talk to her, and

a black dress snapped, “Don’t ask. Just follow

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