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!"

cutting deep. "It's been so many years. Even though I agreed to turn a blind eye to you having a mistress, you've

batted an eye on any of them! Ha! So, you've been saving yourself for

it because she looks.

"You'd better not spew nonsense. You

vengefully. "Haven't you

to do with Anya's death? I don't know the details of the horrible things you've done, but I'm sure

brought up the daughter you have with

He roared, "If not for you, Anya, Jojo, and I would be the happiest family in

up your son for

face turned pale, shaking

eyes, there was no love for a wife—only cold brutality, a

take care of your son, and I'll take care of my daughter. It'll be enough for us to pretend we're

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