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!"

"It's been so many years. Even though I agreed to

you never batted an eye on any of them! Ha! So, you've been saving

because she looks. like that

"You'd better not spew nonsense. You

looked at him vengefully. "Haven't

humane than you." He scoffed ferociously. "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

I am, I brought up the

for you, Anya, Jojo, and I would

sneered. "I brought up your son for you as

face turned pale,

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

Delilah, so please stop kidding yourself. You'll take care of your son, and

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