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

little money on you? What's wrong

in white—his wife,

a little money to you?” She

cannot throw

hell are you saying?” the man scoffed,

my ass off every day while you stay home, and now you want to tell me

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 this! Give

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

feigned remorse. “Honey, I told you not

security guard burst through the crowd in an authoritative voice. “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

woman in white broke down completely, sobbing into the security guard's chest as he held her firmly. Her gaze dared the

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

his voice was filled with contempt. “Do you remember that she is

to the man in blue, the woman in pink whimpered, “Honey, I'm

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

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

guard effortlessly lifted her into his arms

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

in pink aside and lunged at the guard in a fit of jealousy. The two men

Mr. Gray's

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

how he bought his first love those expensive bottles of wine? He

match made in hell, if you ask me. But poor Rachel… Such a refined beauty. She deserves better than that jerk.

darkened with each word. He grabbed Rachel

His first love’s voice trembled as she called out to him, stunned by his sudden departure. She reached out to stop him, but Randolph, caught in the public ridicule, ignored her. He