The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 77:

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In the distance, a woman was crying, her face hidden between her trembling hands.

In front of her stood a man and another woman, whose presence cast long shadows.

The trio's appearance was strikingly contrasting. The man, who had just been charged, was dressed in crisp blue, his cold demeanor as harsh as his actions. Beside him, the woman in pink clung to his arm, her posture a mixture of shyness and determination. Meanwhile, the woman in white, who had been hit, clutched her bruised cheek, her face bathed in tears, a mixture of pain and disbelief. Between stifled sobs, she cried out, "You hit me… for a homewrecker!"

The crowd gasped together, a wave of shock spreading through the spectators.

They hadn't been paying attention until now, but the scene was impossible to ignore. Eyes widened, murmurs rose, and the tension in the air grew.

However, the trio seemed oblivious, lost in their heated exchange.

The man in blue, his face twisted with anger, barked, "So what if I hit you? Know your place."

The woman in pink snuggled closer to him, her voice soft but laden with false guilt.

"Honey, it's my fault. I should never have asked you to buy me anything. You shouldn't have hit him."

The murmur of the crowd grew louder, shock and intrigue written all over their faces.

This… this spectacle was eerily similar to the scandal that Randolph had staged earlier. The audience looked at Randolph, who was standing nearby, with an unreadable expression.

His “first love,” standing behind him, instinctively stepped back, taking refuge in his shadow as countless gazes turned toward her.

The disdain of the spectators was palpable.

arm around the woman in pink and his voice took on the

wouldn't she spend a little money on you? What's

in white—his wife, it

Tens of thousands of dollars is a little money to you?” She raised

and you cannot throw it away without my consent.

the hell are you saying?” the

home, and now you want to tell

in white replied, “Who do you think you are? Once we're married, the law says that what's yours is mine. Whether you like it or not,

crack rang through the air: he had hit her again. The woman staggered back, and he roared, “Shut up! “I’ve

with feigned remorse. “Honey, I told you not to buy

white. His eyes flared with anger as he turned to the man in blue. “I've already called the police. You can’t assault someone in broad daylight and expect to

the security guard's chest as he held her firmly. Her gaze dared the man in blue

"Who the hell are you? And

guard's eyes narrowed and his voice was filled with contempt. “Do you remember that she is your

to the man in blue, the woman in pink whimpered, “Honey, I'm scared… Don't leave

anymore,” she whispered firmly. “I am going

bruised face and her expression softened. Despite the purple marks, her beauty was tragically radiant, far surpassing that of the lover who

guard effortlessly lifted her into

beautiful wife,” the guard said over his shoulder. “But you abandoned her.

the eyes of the man in blue. He pushed the woman in pink aside and lunged at the guard in a fit of jealousy. The two men engaged in a

like Mr. Gray's business,"

That woman has been stuck with him for years... what

those expensive

that woman are a match made in hell, if you ask me. But

each word. He grabbed

departure. She reached out to stop him, but Randolph, caught in the public ridicule,