My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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As soon as the call went through, the other party hung

Then a message arrived. “Don’t call. My child has just fallen asleep.”

Keira was perplexed.

A child?

She was a bit confused.

She had thought the person setting her up must be someone with dark and calculating thoughts, definitely harboring some scheme, but now a child suddenly popped up?

And in her mind, an image of a flustered woman appeared…

She replied to the message. “Who are you?”

The response came quickly. “Keira, I’m only looking out for your best interest. Listen to me, don’t you ever get a divorce! Only Lewis can protect you!”

Keira frowned.

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Protection?

She had been in Oceanion for many years, indeed bullied badly by Poppy Hill, but it wasn’t to the extent that she needed protection, right?

She replied to the message. “I don’t need anyone’s

protection.”

The other party replied again. “No, you do. You just don’t know it yet. Keira, I won’t hurt you. You have to believe me! I only have good intentions for you!”

Good intentions…

Keira thought carefully. The matter of marrying Lewis had been approved by old Mrs. Horton, so it didn’t bring her any losses.

On the contrary, for any normal person, marrying someone like Lewis of the top family would indeed a stroke of incredible luck.

She wrote, “Tell me who you are.”

The person replied, “I can’t tell you.”

Keira started to press for answers. “Then tell me, how do you know that I’m actually Mrs. Olsen’s daughter? If vou knew why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

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This person photoshopped a picture a few years back, informed old Mrs. Horton that Mrs. Olsen was her

mother, and made old Mrs. Horton remember these

words.

But how could she know something even Keira herself

wasn’t sure about?

wrote, “The later you know, the better for you.”

Keira was confused.

incredibly

to the message. “If you can’t give me a

tomorrow.”

wrote, “What do I need

believe me?”

perplexed. Why did it seem as though the one who conspired to marry her off to Lewis without her

was the bad

message the person.

get the marriage certificate back

L

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possibly have been there to get the certificate, and afterward, she had said so to

who registered the marriage

was

technology being so advanced nowadays, so could there be an

bit confused at

a text message. But I’m begging you, you

eerie feeling.

party used “I’m begging you” and was clea in a state of desperation.

seized the opportunity to pressure the person. “I forgot to bring my marriage certificate today,

“Why can’t you just

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please

you don’t explain

minutes, they seemed to finally make up their mind. “I’ll come to see you tomorrow morning. When

Keira frowned.

Tomorrow morning…

Instead, they had to wait until the

Oceanion?

replied,

a farewell

uncle!

“I should arrive by eleven, and I’ll contact you

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the divorce in the morning no matter what! You must wait for

Keira replied, “Okay.”

down her phone, she couldn’t

into the distance, she felt as though something was drawing nearer and nearer to her… Perhaps tomorrow she’d understand the real reason behind the marriage, but what

the secret be?

she mused, a noise came

saw her mother get up from the bed, take a

her shoulders.

enveloped her,

heart a little.

softened. “Mom, why haven’t you gone

time,” Mrs. Olsen looked at her. “Keira, do

the divorce?”

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for a moment.

expected such a firm answer and suddenly stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Keira,

shoulder.

hand gently patted Keira’s back as she spoke softly. “Keira, love is sweet but also bitter. If you want to cry, go ahead.

Keira’s nose

emotions in her heart seemed uncontrollable, overflowing from her chest.

hesitated slightly, wanting to say something, but the moment she began to speak, an uncontrollable sob escaped her.

large tears began to roll down.