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

a little money on you? What's wrong with

woman in white—his wife, it seemed—was shaking

Tens of thousands of dollars is a little money to you?” She raised her voice, full

is our joint property, and you cannot throw it away

are you saying?”

work my ass off every day while you stay home, and now

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

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

voice dripping with feigned remorse. “Honey, I

“Who the hell gave 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

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

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

filled with contempt. “Do you remember that she is

blue, the woman

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

her bruised face and her expression softened. Despite the purple marks, her beauty was tragically radiant,

effortlessly lifted her into his arms and

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

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 as the

like Mr. Gray's

and his shameless ex. That woman has been stuck with him for years... what

you see how he bought his first love those expensive bottles of wine? He even tried

that woman are a match made in hell, if you ask me. But poor Rachel… Such a refined beauty. She

word. He grabbed Rachel roughly by the

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