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.

around the woman in pink and his voice took on the tone of a classic

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

woman in white—his wife,

thousands of dollars is a little money to you?”

married! It is our joint property, and you cannot throw it away without my consent. That

you saying?” the man scoffed, rolling his

you stay home, and now you want to tell

yours is mine.

woman staggered back,

whimpered, her voice dripping with feigned remorse. “Honey, I

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

guard's chest as he held her firmly. Her gaze dared the

blue suit stood up defiantly, his voice sharp: "Who the

is your wife? After beating her

woman in pink whimpered,

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, far surpassing that of the

word, the guard effortlessly lifted her into his

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

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

exactly like Mr. Gray's business,"

knows about Randolph and his shameless ex. That woman has been stuck with

better! Didn't you see how he bought his first love those expensive bottles of wine? He even tried to slap his wife

me. But poor Rachel… Such a refined beauty. She deserves better

word. He grabbed Rachel roughly by the wrist, dragging her away from

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 quickened his pace, forcing Rachel to follow him as the