Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1199

Winona had just been picked up by Elysia.

As soon as they left, Zane hurled his newly purchased flip phone against the wall, his face twisted with rage.

Was it just about Winona? No!

He cared even more about Elysia!

Her simple words, "I was wrong about you," cut him deeper than anything else.

Yet, here he was, forced to swallow his pride under the pressure from Tarquin.

He couldn't compete with Elysia's current husband; it hurt him more than if someone had just put him out of his misery.

He'd been in love with Elysia for a whole decade.

Ten years!

From the very first moment he laid eyes on her, he was completely captivated. Elysia was everything he ever dreamed of in a future wife.

She was beautiful and sweet, kind-hearted and independent, always treating others with warmth and maintaining a positive outlook on life, no matter how tough things got.

If it hadn't been for the fact that both of them were struggling financially back then,

he would never have hidden his feelings for her to go after Winona.

He knew two people with empty pockets would face a tough road ahead.

Newsom family, paving the way for a bright future with

he started dating Winona, his plan

he'd take over the Newsom family, and then orchestrate a scenario where Winona appeared unfaithful, making himself look like the unfortunate

pity him, drawing her

crafting his image as the 'good guy,' all to win Elysia over. He truly

couldn't have her in this lifetime, he'd be

much for this love; if fate didn't favor him, then

happened in the first half of his life, the latter half of

with him, would Elysia find

As for Tarquin...

his teeth in hatred; Tarquin didn't

endured were because

to go; he had to

"Son... are you okay?"

fear in her eyes, as if he'd turned into a block

eyes, taking a good ten minutes to

inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, turning to face Priscilla

but if you want Lan to have a comfortable retirement, you

"If she neither will

tolerate you, then

I can send

live out your

into tears, "Son, you

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