Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: Now Shine

ago. But as I frantically called his phone, which went straight to voicemail, he wa

three years, the secret benefactor who buil

oadcast a video of my deepest, most private trauma to a

heartbroken fro

hey thought I was just a poor, p

mogul they'd been trying to impress all along. And I just g

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email, just as Aisha Anthony, my childhood rival, smirked and pointed to the private helicopter landing nearby. "That' s for

public circle? Invisible. Every attempt I made to introduce him to my mother, to let her see the man who supposedly m

, repetitive dance where

ally so bright, held a desperate plea. "Emma," she whispered, her voice barely

bones. This was it. The fi

phone. Bryce. I had to reach Bryce. He

e. Straight

wice. Voic

time.

nswered, swallowed by the

. I stood by my mother's bedside, tears streaming down my face. My he

t her luxury car, a venomous smile painted on her fa

e, usually grating, was now laced with an extra layer of mocke

er' s frail hand squeezed mine. My fo

ern. "No handsome husband rushing to your side? Oh, wait. That' s proba

he always knew how t

ards the hospital. "Honey, Galilea, my sister, is the one marrying into wealth. An ext

ggers. "Galilea's wedding party is going to be the talk of the town.

sh spreading across my face. I gripped my mother's ha

uder by the second. A shadow fell over the hospital

ning the air into a violent vortex. It was Bryce's. I knew i

within me. He was coming. He had to be. He was rushing

o profound it almost buckled my knees, washed over me. He was

yes, wide and triumphant, fixed on the helicopter. She bounced o

inting wildly. "Galilea' s husband! The

ch to the gut, stole the air from my lun

mphant roar. "Not you, Emma. Never you. Did you really th

ing to make sense of the impossible. Bryce. Gali

a pristine white tuxedo, a radiant smile on his face. He extended his hand, not to me, not to m

secretly married, was marrying someone else. Rig

of surprise in his eyes, before his face went

oar of the helicopter and the excited chatter of the wedding guests. My h

ly, reached for my phone. There