The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 77

Chapter 77:

In the distance, a woman was crying, her face hidden in her trembling hands.

In front of her was a man and another woman, whose presence cast long shadows.

The appearance of the trio was surprisingly contrasting. The man, who had just charged, was dressed in crisp blue, his cold demeanor as harsh as his actions. Beside him, the woman in pink clung to his arm, with a posture that was a mix of shyness and determination. Meanwhile, the woman in white, who had been beaten, clutched her bruised cheek, her face bathed in tears, a mixture of pain and disbelief. Between stifled sobs, he shouted: You hit me… for a homewrecker! , but the scene was impossible to ignore. Eyes widened, murmurs arose, and the tension in the air grew.

However, the trio seemed oblivious, lost in their heated exchange.

The man in blue, with his face clouded with anger, he barked: So what if I hit you? Know your place.

The woman in pink snuggled closer to him, her voice soft but full of false guilt.< /p>

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 on their faces.

This… this spectacle was eerily similar to the scandal Randolph had staged earlier. The audience looked at Randolph, who was standing nearby, with an unreadable expression.

His first love, standing behind him, instinctively retreated, taking refuge in his shadow as countless gazes turned toward her.< /p>

The disdain of the spectators was palpable.

The man in blue put his protective arm around the woman in pink and his voice took on the tone of a classic scoundrel.

He deserved it. Why wouldn't I spend a little money on you? What's wrong with her, she's so mean.

The woman in white - his wife, it seemed - was trembling with fury.

< p>A little money Tens of thousands of dollars is a little money for you. He raised his voice, full of righteous indignation.

We are married! It's our joint property, and you can't throw it away without my consent. That money should be returned.

What the hell are you saying, the man scoffed, rolling his eyes.

I work my ass off every day while you stay at home , and now you want to tell me how to spend my money Keep dreaming.

The woman in white replied: Who do you think you are? Once married, the law says that what is yours is mine. Whether you like it or not, you have no right to waste our money like that! Return the money at once.

Suddenly, a loud crack echoed in the air: it had hit her again. The woman staggered back, and he roared: Shut up! I've already let you get away with it.

Beside him, the woman in pink whimpered, her voice drenched with feigned remorse. Darling, I told you not to buy it. Look how upset she is now.

At that moment, a security guard burst into the crowd with an authoritative voice. Who the hell gave you the right to hit him. He approached and hugged the woman in white. His eyes flared with anger as he addressed the man in blue. I've already called the police. You can't attack someone in broad daylight and expect to get away with it.

The woman in white completely collapsed, sobbing into the security guard's chest as he held her firmly. His gaze dared the man in blue to try something else.

The man in the blue suit stood up defiantly, his voice sharp: Who the hell are you And who told you that you can touch my wife.< /p>

The guard's eyes narrowed and his voice filled with contempt. You remember that she is your wife After hitting her because of a homewrecker How dare you call yourself a man.

Holding tightly to the man in blue, the woman in pink whimpered: Honey, I'm afraid... Don't leave me...

But the woman in white, with a determined expression, clung to the guard. I'm not his wife anymore, he whispered firmly. I'm going to file for divorce. Please take me... I don't want to see you again.

The guard gently caressed his bruised face and his expression softened. Despite the purple marks, her beauty shone tragically, far surpassing that of the lover who was still clinging to her husband's arm.

Without saying anything else, the guard effortlessly lifted her into his arms and stood up. He turned around.

You had such a beautiful wife, the guard said over his shoulder. But you abandoned her. What a shame. If you can't protect her, let someone else do it.

Anger flared in the eyes of the man in blue. He pushed the woman in pink aside and lunged at the guard in a fit of jealousy. The two men engaged in a fierce fight as the onlookers murmured in shock. Murmurs in the crowd.

This is exactly like Mr. Gray's business, someone murmured.

It's not like that. Everyone in town knows about Randolph and his shameless ex. . That woman has been attached to him for years...what a bitch, added another with a snort.

And Randolph is no better! You haven't seen how he bought those expensive bottles of wine for his first love. He even tried to slap his wife in the process.

Shameful, a woman snapped. Randolph and that woman are a match made in hell, if you ask me. But poor Rachel… Such a refined beauty. He deserves better than that idiot. She will soon leave him.

The murmurs reached Randolph's ears, and his face darkened with each word. He grabbed Rachel roughly by the wrist, dragging her away from the scene.

Randolph... The voice of his first love trembled as he called out to him, stunned by his sudden departure. She reached out her hand to stop him, but Randolph, subject to public ridicule, ignored her. He quickened his pace, forcing Rachel to follow him as the murmurs of the crowd pursued them.

Her first love bit her lip in humiliation, the reproachful gazes of the crowd fixed on her. She hurried away, hiding her face behind her bag.

Alicia remained among the spectators, silently observing the scene with barely concealed amusement.

At that moment, a deep voice broke into his thoughts. Miss Bennett, you're very quick, aren't you.

She turned around, surprised, to find Caden standing behind her, his gaze sharp as always.

Feigning innocence , she blinked at him. I have no idea what you're talking about.

Caden's lips curved into a knowing smile. Don't act shy. It wasn't you who hired those actors

Alicia's expression faltered for a moment. So Caden had figured out his plan.

He tilted his head, watching him with his big doe eyes. Caden didn't flinch under her scrutiny. He let her circle him as if waiting for his next move.

Finally, Alicia paused and asked: Are you carrying something on you? How else could you know everything I do?

His eyes Caden glowed with amusement. It's not me... It's something you have on you.

What do you mean Alicia instinctively felt her bag.

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