Seeing Marty's reaction, she added, "That was before we reconciled."Marty nuzzled her hair and said, "Promise, I won't hurt you again. I'll take care of you and our children the remainder of my life," He kissed her temple. At night, during dinner, a maid came over and told Christine that her mom was waiting in the living room. Christine sighed and went to see her mom, waiting in the living room. "Mom?" Christine called Evelyn. "You, unfilial daughter," Evelyn accusingly said. "Can't you give what your sister asked of you for my sake? I raised you and took care of you and this is how you repay me? " Evelyn said to give her a guilt trip. 

From the time her mother confronted her, Christine had a certain respite from her mother and sister. They no longer bothered her about Maureen's job. She and Marty had been busy with their wedding preparation. Even though they have wedding planners, Christine wanted to make sure there won't be hiccups on their wedding. Their wedding will be graced by important and influential people in the corporate world and she wants it to be perfect. In addition, their wedding will be broadcast live on national television, adding to the pressure. She didn't want Marty's name to be tarnished by some mistake at their wedding. "Are you tired?" Marty asked after they spoke with the wedding organizer. “A bit, ” she whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Okay, let's go home,” he carried her in his arms. Christine gasped when he picked her up in his arms and demanded, “Marty, put me down!” Marty didn't do what he was told, but he got out of his office and went straight to the elevator. Knowi

Her exhilarated friends hugged her upon entering the presidential suite. They were screaming with joy like teenagers. Seeing women acting like teenage girls, Greg could not resist shaking his head and smiling. Once the suite door was closed, the bodyguards positioned themselves in their posts. Unbeknownst to Christine, a team of twenty bodyguards had been dispatched to provide her with security. Two bodyguards were positioned next to the door when the door closed. Two were stationed at the elevator to make sure that no suspicious person could come near the suite where Christine and her company are having their party. And the remaining were guarding the entrance and exits of the hotel. While the hotel itself has had tight security since it was a seven-star hotel, Marty didn't want to rely on them. Some hotel guests were wondering who was in the suite that had been guarded by several bodyguards. That person must be rich and influential, they all thought. "Let's toast the happy and

“Are you done booking their flight?” Marty whispered in her ears. She closed her MacBook and said, “Yes” she raised her eyebrow and added, "why?" "We're heading to my villa, I need to talk to someone," Marty helped her get up. “Okay,” she said, smiling at him. Arriving at the villa, the butler informed Marty that the private investigator was waiting in the living room. Christine looked at the lady standing next to the private investigator. She felt rather familiar with her. But, she can’t figure out where she met the woman. “Have a seat,” Marty gestured for them to sit. “Sir, this is some of the information,” the private investigator handed the envelope to Marty and then he glanced at Christine and the woman beside her. "Babe, I'm going to take something from our room," Christine whispered into his ears. Marty nodded his head. When Christine got up, Marty took what was in the envelope and looked at them. Looking at the documents, his expression turned cold. A few minutes late

Being the people who stood by her side since they became friends. They are the people who were there at the lowest point of her life. Christine does not intend to conceal what she has learned about her true identity. She smiled at Len and responded, "Don't worry Len, I'm not offended," she gently patted Len's hand and continued, "This afternoon, Marty's private investigator came." Christine took a deep breath. "What did his private investigator say?" Corrine got excited, her butt was at the edge of her seat. "Relax, you're too excited," Jean chuckled, then she added, "Give her time to compose what she wants to tell.""Sorry, I got carried away," Corrine sheepishly said. A peal of laughter escaped Chris