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!"

I agreed to turn a blind eye to you having a mistress, you've never done

thought you liked the young and beautiful ones, but you never batted an eye on any of them! Ha! So, you've been saving yourself for that woman all these years. Why were you charmed as soon as Maisie showed

she looks.

not

him vengefully. "Haven't you been

nothing to do with Anya's death? I don't know the details

Delilah shrieked, "No matter how horrible I am, I brought up the daughter you have with that woman. How dare

Anya, Jojo, and I

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

face turned

was no love for a wife—only cold brutality, a thirst for vengeance that wished

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

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