Secret Wife, Real Billionaire

His promise

“Husband?” Freddy was bewildered. “No way. You must be pulling my leg. I just saw the spectacle with you and the jewelry designer, Vivian. And there is no ring on Renee’s finger.”

Freddy took Renee’s right hand, showing the ringless fingers.

“Let go of her!” Marcelo snatched Renee’s hand from Freddy, a subtle frown on his face.

He then realized Renee didn’t wear a ring, but at the time of their union, he hadn’t given her one since he didn’t take things seriously.

Seeing her bare fingers, discomfort gnawed at him.

He was somewhat guilty as well.

Freddy, shaking his head, remarked, “Are you pursuing Renee, sir? I’m vying for her too. With your lack of manners, you’ll be out of the picture before you know it! You…”

“Freddy, he’s my husband.“Renee halted him before he could say something more audacious.

“What?” Freddy was dumbfounded. “You’re not playing a prank on me, are you? But he and Vivian…”

“I know, Freddy. But he is, indeed, my husband. We’ve been married for some time now.“Renee asserted.

Attempting to withdraw her hand from Marcelo’s grip, Renee found it held even tighter.

Marcelo sneered at Freddy, asking, “Vying for her?”

Freddy swiftly altered his countenance, sporting the archetypal smile of a true gentleman. “Mr. King, my sincerest apologies. The unvarnished truth is that Renee happens to be someone I hold with deep respect. I lied that I was vying for her because I couldn’t bear the thought of my esteemed boss falling prey to some scoundrel due to her youthful naivety…Not implying you’re a scoundrel, mind you. Just a speculative inkling on my part.”

if challenging Freddy to spin

was hardly an opportune moment for Renee to share a meal with Freddy. She interjected, “Freddy, why don’t we put

the dinner’s on me,” declared

principled stance. “Apologies, Mr. King. I have to heed Renee’s wishes. Seems

streetlights and neon signs filtered through the window,

thick silence

memory serving him well as he had perused relevant information about

“Thirty–seven.“Renee corrected.

“Still forty.“He snapped.

have a male friend? I don’t meddle in

he inquired, “When

1/2

with Vivian, Renee admitted she was aware. Marcelo knew that

the window, Renee responded coolly, “When you were in

didn’t you ask me

Renee stayed silent.

to face him. “Say something,

it as media fabrication. Should I question your attendance at Vivian’s art exhibition? Much like my visit to Freddy’s

he so desired, could fabricate

refused to play the role of a jealous wife to a

go. You’re hurting me,” she pleaded, attempting to free herself from his

noticed faint imprints

realizing her skin got marked easily, no matter where he