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 the tone of

little money on you?

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

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

property, and you cannot throw it away

hell are you saying?” the man scoffed,

while you stay home, and now you want to tell me how to spend my

“Who do you think you are? Once we're married, the law says that what's yours is mine.

he had hit her again. The woman staggered back, and he roared, “Shut up! “I’ve

with feigned remorse. “Honey, I told you not

woman in white. His eyes flared with anger as he turned to the man in blue. “I've already called the police. You

chest as he held her

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

she is your wife? After beating her because of a homewrecker?

the man in blue, the woman in

in white, her expression determined, clung to the guard. “I am not your wife anymore,” she whispered firmly. “I am going to ask

and her expression softened. Despite the purple marks, her beauty was

the guard effortlessly lifted her into his arms

“But you abandoned her. Shame on you. If you can’t protect her, let someone else

lunged at the guard in a fit of jealousy. The two

exactly like Mr.

right? Everyone in town knows about Randolph and his shameless ex. That woman has been stuck with him for years... what a

those expensive bottles of wine? He even tried to slap his wife in

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

with each word. He grabbed Rachel roughly by the wrist, dragging

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,