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.

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

money on you? What's wrong with

wife,

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

our joint property, and you cannot throw it

you saying?” the man scoffed, rolling

and now you want to tell me how to spend my

woman 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,

The woman

pink whimpered, her voice dripping with feigned remorse. “Honey, I told you not to

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 blue. “I've already called the police. You can’t assault someone

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

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

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

blue, the woman in

whispered firmly. “I am going to ask for a divorce. “Please take me away… I don’t want to

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

word, the guard effortlessly lifted her into his arms and

shoulder. “But you abandoned her. Shame

the eyes of the man in blue. He pushed the woman in pink aside and lunged at the guard in a fit

like Mr. Gray's business," someone

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

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

made in hell, if you ask me. But poor Rachel… Such a refined beauty. She deserves

He grabbed

to stop him, but Randolph, caught in the public ridicule, ignored her. He