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.

man in blue put his protective arm 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

wife,

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

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

the hell are you saying?” the

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

the law says that what's yours is mine. Whether you like it or not, you have no

The woman staggered back, and he roared, “Shut up! “I’ve already let you get away with

the woman in pink whimpered, her voice dripping with feigned remorse. “Honey, I told you not to buy it. Look

white. His eyes flared with anger as he turned to

into the security guard's chest as he held her

the hell are you? And who told you that

guard's eyes narrowed and his voice was filled with contempt. “Do you remember that she is your wife? After beating her because of a

to the man in blue, the woman in pink whimpered, “Honey,

anymore,” she whispered firmly.

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

another word, the guard effortlessly lifted

wife,” the guard said over his shoulder. “But you abandoned her. Shame on you.

woman in pink aside and lunged at the guard in a fit of jealousy. The two men engaged in a fierce struggle as the onlookers

like Mr. Gray's business," someone

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

better! Didn't you see how he bought his first love those expensive bottles of

that woman are a match made in hell, if you ask me. But poor Rachel… Such a refined beauty. She deserves better than that jerk. “She’ll be leaving

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

stop him, but Randolph, caught in the public ridicule, ignored her. He quickened his pace, forcing Rachel to follow him as