Sarah Philip graciously ushered me into the gathering, where all eyes immediately fixed upon me. Yet, my attention was only in one direction—the buffet! A passing waiter showcased a plate adorned with buttered lobster, its vibrant hue and alluring scent tantalizing my senses. My mouth watered at the mere thought of savoring it. "Hmm… I want that!" I exclaimed, tugging at Philip's sleeve like an eager child, pointing towards the dish. He regarded me with a knowing gaze. "Why?" I inquired. "I didn't leave you hungry at Serenity Pines, did I? If I had known you were such a lobster enthusiast, I would've brought the head chef from this restaurant to the villa," he remarked. "Tsk!" For months, I had been shackled to a restrictive diet, convinced that my heart was frail and vulnerable. However, learning this wasn't the case, I felt liberated and eager to indulge in anything I wanted! Before I could respond, my former mother-in-law appeared, accompanied by Megan. "What's
Sarah The corner of Auntie Marietta's lips lifted, reflecting the disdainful expression worn by my former mother-in-law as the guests cast mocking glances my way. Their evident disgust with my presence was palpable. Approaching the main stage stoically, I accepted the microphone from the speaker's outstretched hand. "Auntie Marietta, are you certain we should broach this topic?" I softly asked her, not wanting to shoulder any blame if she felt embarrassed at the end. Auntie Marietta responded with a tight-lipped smile, barely acknowledging me. It was clear they considered me nothing more than an unwelcome intruder. "It's fine, Sarah! What more could I expect from you?" Auntie Marietta retorted, her words laced with condescension. Megan and Rebecca couldn't contain their amusement at her remark. "If that's the case, why invite me at all?" I questioned bluntly, unfazed by the challenging glares directed my way. Rebecca seized the microphone from my grasp, amplifying her vo
Sarah I'm not to blame for how the gathering mirrored the darkness of my blouse. Auntie Marietta felt embarrassed in front of her friends, and Philip's family appeared perplexed, their frustration seemingly aimed at me. I excused myself from Philip, stating, "I'll be right back; I just need to step away for a comfort room." He glanced at me, perhaps assuming I needed the restroom after indulging in so much food. "Hmm..." he murmured, nodding in understanding. Assistant Alex coincidentally messaged him, diverting my ex-husband's attention to urgent office matters. Jane's absence raised questions. Where could she be? Perhaps her flight was delayed, causing her to arrive late to the gathering. In the restroom, I checked Jakob's message. "Ten minutes, doll!" it read. I quickly shot a message to Jane, firm in my decision not to depart the gathering without catching sight of her. As I typed, my attention was drawn to my ex-mother-in-law's deliberate retreat from Auntie Mari
Sarah "Just kidding!" Jakob's grin widened as he spoke. My immediate impulse was to kick him. "You nearly gave me a heart attack with that joke! I'm not in the mood, and I'm sleepy," I grumbled. Jakob chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. "You get laid lately?" Before I could protest, he added, "Don't deny it; I can read you like a book. Your cheeks always give it away when you lie. And those marks on your skin? Pretty incriminating." I hastily adjusted the car mirror, scrutinizing my neck and arms for any signs of love marks. Alas, nothing but smooth skin! "You're such a jerk." He laughed, seemingly delighted with himself. "Who knew catching you red-handed would be this easy, doll? But seriously, didn't you say you were done with your husband?" I let out a tired sigh, gazing out the window. "Philip and I... it's just impossible." "Why's that?" "Because he hurt me," I explained, a tinge of sadness creeping into my voice. "He treated me disrespectfully as his wife an
Philip Sarah's escape has left me in a foul mood, and I have reprimanded several employees in the office because of it. I issued a strict deadline to my team, sending them into a frenzy as they scrambled to meet it. Josh has lost his utility as a pawn in my game against Sarah; her apparent fearlessness rendered him useless as leverage. "Boss, it appears Mr. Amir Benner knew Madam Sarah before your marriage," Alex interjected, drawing my attention. I looked up, intrigued, awaiting Alex's explanation. "Ms. Jessica Woods and Madam Sarah attended the same university before Madam Sarah relocated to Highland Hills. That's the extent of our findings." "So, you're saying they could've been fighting over the same guy, and that guy's Amir?" I grimaced as I asked. "No, Boss! Please don't entertain such thoughts. You are far more dignified and handsome than him," Alex reassured hastily. Alex seemed determined to alleviate my mood, but his words failed to stir any emotion within me
Sarah I wore a reversible design long dress. Since I always wear black, the dress I ordered has a black garment inside. I had a hunch Jessica was brewing up some drama, aiming to cast me as the villainous sister-in-law. Yet, her swiftness in action caught me off guard; I had anticipated a more theatrical display, perhaps in front of a larger audience. As the door to the extension room swung open, Jessica, her cronies, and her mother stood dumbfounded at the sight of me in my elegant black dress. Amir's distress was palpable as his eyes met mine. The contrast of my current attire against the white he had seen earlier clearly didn't mind him. Amir, being the traditionalist he is, doesn't place much weight on appearances, a trait perhaps explaining Jessica's lack of genuine affection for him. "That's impossible! Amir, Sarah was wearing white just moments ago. You remember, don't you?" Jessica's words stumbled out, tinged with jealousy evident in her gaze. Despite my current choice
Sarah Mr. Reynolds' attempt to evade the attention of the two unfamiliar men who had entered the bar area caught me off guard. "Ms. Sarah, that new guy, he's the one the wedding planner said is Ms. Jessica's affair partner! The one with the brooding vibe," Mr. Reynolds whispered urgently. Glancing at Philip, I lowered my voice. "Aren't they models from your company?" Philip seemed unfazed. "I only deal with my father, the shareholders, or Alex at the company. But that's beside the point! Why does it concern you if they're cheating—" I quickly muffled Philip's words before someone could reach prying ears in the bar area. "You're being annoying!" I scolded him. Mr. Reynolds' phone interrupted us as it rang, then he discreetly excused himself. "Ms. Sarah, the boss needs me urgently. The event starts in an hour. Everyone should be at the hall," he informed before leaving me alone with Philip. "What's your connection with Amir Benner?" Philip's tone held a trace o
Sarah Jessica and her groomsman lover were hurrying back to the mansion. The people in the hall gasped, their attention turning towards Jessica as they whispered amongst themselves. "Gosh! This story is exciting!" I heard from one reporter. Could she be any more foolish? She invited nearly every TV station in the city to this event, which she dubs the 'wedding of the year' gathering! It's all about her craving social media fame and flaunting Amir's supposed grand gestures. She's acting like she's Kim K or something! Jessica spotted me near the entrance of the event hall. Her attention then shifted to her own image illuminated on the large projector, and she gasped, recoiling in terror. A swift scan of her surroundings heightened her fear as she noticed the drone ominously trailing behind her. I furrowed my brow in confusion, puzzled by the unfamiliar drone; mine is a hexacopter. Apart from me, there are others eager to expose Jessica's antics! But who could they be? Suddenly, Je