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!"

the sarcasm cutting deep. "It's been so many years. Even though I agreed to turn a blind eye

them! Ha! So, you've been

she looks. like that

he bellowed. "You'd better not spew nonsense.

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

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

I brought up the daughter you have with that woman. How

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

my daughter for me?" He sneered. "I brought up your son for you as

face turned pale,

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

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

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