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!"

agreed to turn a blind eye to you

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

because she looks. like

not

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

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

"No matter how horrible I am, I brought up the daughter you have with

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

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

turned pale, shaking

no love for a wife—only cold brutality, a thirst for

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

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