Troubled Wife, Fancy Rival

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over me for the past several years. I kept seeing

her deathbed, holding both Aidan's and I's hands. Instead

of death, and now I had to make up for it. It

y yesterday because of that darn woman. I had only l

precautions for the safety of my plans was a dumb thought of

ry time I remembered what she looke

y she

t was not all. More was to come. And I

cret been revealed, I swear I would have put him in

take care of and I didn't

, but because of the big event ahead. I was finally going to marry he

ry atmosphere recognized my presence. My eyes swept across the line

s with power, a force to be reckoned with. As I walked past

surveying the files spread across my desk. They

led within me like a predator ready to strik

d dismissively at the disorganized mess. "

der my gaze, stammered an apology, her voice shaking

nd. "You know what? I've had enough," I snapped, my tone

the fire in my eyes was unrelenting. With a has

of disruptions, she returned, her voice m

oyance barely masked.

into. They've already started to look for a

investors?" My fingers tap

shares to potential partners. The airport's strategic locati

nvestors," I commanded, my vo

erful shareholders in this project. Le

I leaned back in my chair, a smile curling my lips. The air had shift

to show the world that I, Marcus Del Mo

ping for my wedding? I've only got a few hours left. A smirk of excitemen

pare for

lla'

previo

kidney. Another condition that led me to where I am right now. Now th

thing to wear any one of these," She kept giggling. Did she know wha

uld do was give her a moment she might never experien

oice rose in pitch, her enth

rful moments she would have in this beautiful dress

's the night before my wedding. Alone in my hotel room. Th

ide. Each memory was a vivid scene playing before my eyes, and my he

feet and the waves crashing gently against the rocks. The setting sun painted the s

k it willingly, feeling the warmth of

ing our hair. Laughter echoed through the air as we splashed wa

iness of a coffee shop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled th

rything in between. It was in those moments that I

lled up. These memories were precious, cherished fragmen

d inside my bead. The things we promised e

ly when we get married," We were sitting under t

e I'm eager to visit

marry me," His smile was brigh

er. His sad eyes. His hand holding onto mine. It's as if he felt somet

hin me, a symphony of sa

it, I knew I could not. Something that forced my legs to get

g to find