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.

in blue put his protective arm around the woman in pink and his voice took on

money on you? What's wrong with

white—his wife,

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

our joint property, and you cannot throw it away without my consent. That

hell are you saying?” the man

and now you want to

is mine. Whether you like it or not, you have no right to waste our money like this! Give the money back

again. The woman staggered

with feigned remorse. “Honey, I

authoritative voice. “Who the hell gave you the right to hit him?” He walked over and hugged the woman in white.

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

the blue suit stood up defiantly, his voice sharp: "Who the hell are you? And

filled with contempt. “Do you remember that she is your wife? After beating

in blue, the woman

clung to the guard. “I am not your wife anymore,” she whispered firmly.

purple marks, her beauty was tragically radiant, far surpassing that of the

word, the guard effortlessly lifted her into his arms

such a beautiful wife,” the guard said over his shoulder. “But you abandoned her. Shame on you. If you can’t protect 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 fierce struggle

like Mr. Gray's business," someone

town knows about Randolph and his shameless ex. That woman

is no better! Didn't you see how he bought his first love those expensive bottles of wine? He even

one woman snapped. “Randolph and that woman are a match made in hell, if you ask me. But poor Rachel… Such a refined beauty. She deserves

his face darkened with each word. He grabbed Rachel roughly by the wrist, dragging her away from the

but Randolph, caught in the public ridicule, ignored her.