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!"

many years. Even though I agreed to turn a blind eye to you

liked the young and beautiful ones, but you never batted an eye on any of them! Ha! So, you've been saving yourself

because she looks. like

he bellowed. "You'd better not

"Haven't you been blackmailing me with

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 sure you're the mastermind behind

I brought up the daughter you have

Anya!" He roared, "If not for you, Anya, Jojo, and I

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

turned pale,

a wife—only cold brutality, a

kidding yourself. You'll take care of your son, and I'll

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