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.

woman in pink

Why wouldn't she spend a little money on you?

wife,

little money to you?” She raised her voice,

cannot throw

are you saying?”

ass off every day while you stay home, and now

you think you are? Once we're married, the law says that what's yours is mine. Whether you like it or not, you have no right to waste our money like

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

remorse. “Honey, I told you not to buy

you the right to hit him?” He walked over and hugged the woman in 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

as he held her firmly. Her gaze dared the man in blue to try anything

his voice sharp: "Who the hell are you? And who told you that

that she is your wife? After beating her

woman in pink

not your wife anymore,” she whispered firmly. “I am going to ask for a divorce. “Please

and her expression softened. Despite the purple marks, her beauty

effortlessly lifted

his shoulder. “But you abandoned her. Shame on you. If you can’t protect her, let

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

is exactly like Mr.

in town knows about Randolph and his shameless ex. That woman

no better! Didn't you see how he bought his first love those expensive bottles of wine? He even tried to slap his wife in the

match made in hell, if you ask me. But poor Rachel…

reached Randolph's ears, and his face darkened with each word. He grabbed Rachel

Randolph, caught in the public ridicule, ignored her. He quickened his pace, forcing