Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

Delilah received a message from Wilfred asking to meet. The reason behind this rendezvous was a scheduled interview with a journalist.

To create a facade of trust, they disabled the passcodes on their phones, projecting an image of a devoted couple with no secrets. Even going as far as exchanging glances at each other's phones.

However, when Wilfred handed his phone to Delilah, he never anticipated Maisie sending a message, instructing him on where and when to meet. This left Delilah looking distraught.

After the journalist departed, Wilfred coldly snatched his phone back, glaring at Delilah.

"You..." Delilah's voice trembled. "You're meeting with her?"

"That's none of your business. Don't interfere with my life!" Wilfred snapped.

This exchange had been repeated for 20 years, marking a marriage devoid of love and filled with resentment.

"I'm your wife!" Delilah stared at him intensely. "Of course, I want to know why my husband is meeting with another woman!"

though I agreed to turn a blind eye

on any of them! Ha! So, you've

she looks. like that

better not spew nonsense. You

looked at him vengefully. "Haven't you been blackmailing me with

"Do you dare say that you have nothing to do with Anya's death? I don't know the details of the horrible things you've done, but I'm sure

Delilah shrieked, "No matter how horrible I am, I brought up the daughter

not for you, Anya, Jojo, and I would be the

up my daughter for me?" He sneered. "I brought up your son for you as well! You know very well whether he's a

face turned pale,

for a wife—only cold brutality, a thirst for vengeance that wished her

a long pause, he said, "We're similar, Delilah, so please stop kidding yourself. You'll take care of your son, and I'll take care of my daughter.