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.”

as if challenging Freddy to

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

the dinner’s on

a principled stance. “Apologies, Mr. King. I have to

night descended, the glow of streetlights and neon signs filtered through the window, casting an interplay of light and shadow on the faces in the back

silence enveloped the

his memory serving him well as he had perused relevant information about

“Thirty–seven.“Renee corrected.

“Still forty.“He snapped.

about you and Vivian, yet I can’t even have a male friend? I don’t meddle in your affairs. Who are you to

remained composed. Turning to her, he inquired, “When did you find out about

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she was aware. Marcelo knew that this explained the indifference she had shown im in

window, Renee responded coolly,

ask

Renee stayed silent.

reached for her chin, forcing her to face him. “Say something,

ask? Should I inquire about the nature of your affair with Vivian? You could easily dismiss it as media fabrication. Should I question your attendance at Vivian’s art exhibition? Much like my visit to Freddy’s show today,

he so desired, could

of a jealous wife to a man who

hurting me,” she pleaded,

noticed faint imprints

marked easily,