The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 77

Chapter 77:

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

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

The trio's appearance was strikingly contrasting. The man, who had just been charged, was dressed in crisp blue, his cold demeanor as harsh as his actions. Beside him, the woman in pink clung to his arm, her posture a mixture of shyness and determination. Meanwhile, the woman in white, who had been hit, clutched her bruised cheek, her face bathed in tears, a mixture of pain and disbelief. Between stifled sobs, she cried out, "You hit me… for a homewrecker!"

The crowd gasped together, a wave of shock spreading through the spectators.

They hadn't been paying attention until now, but the scene was impossible to ignore. Eyes widened, murmurs rose, and the tension in the air grew.

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

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

The woman in pink snuggled closer to him, her voice soft but laden with false guilt.

"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 all over their faces.

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

His “first love,” standing behind him, instinctively stepped back, taking refuge in his shadow as countless gazes turned toward her.

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.

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

The woman in white—his wife, it seemed—was shaking with fury.

“A little money? Tens of thousands of dollars is a little money to you?” She raised her voice, full of righteous indignation.

"We are married! It is our joint property, and you cannot throw it away without my consent. That money must be returned."

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

"I work my ass off every day while you stay 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 we're married, the law says that what's yours is mine. Whether you like it or not, you have no right to waste our money like this! Give the money back at once.”

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

Beside her, the woman in pink whimpered, her voice dripping with feigned remorse. “Honey, I told you not to buy it. Look how upset she is now.”

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

The woman in white broke down completely, sobbing into the security guard's chest as he held her firmly. Her gaze dared the man in blue to try anything 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?"

The guard's eyes narrowed and his voice was filled with contempt. “Do you remember that she is your wife? After beating her because of a homewrecker? How dare you call yourself a man?”

Clinging tightly to the man in blue, the woman in pink whimpered, “Honey, I'm scared… Don't leave me…”

But the woman in white, her expression determined, clung to the guard. “I am not your wife anymore,” she whispered firmly. “I am going to ask for a divorce. “Please take me away… I don’t want to see you again.”

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

Without another word, the guard effortlessly lifted her into his arms and turned around.

“You had such a beautiful wife,” the guard said over his shoulder. “But you abandoned her. Shame on you. 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 struggle as the onlookers murmured in shock. Murmurs rose from the crowd.

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

"Isn't that right? Everyone in town knows about Randolph and his shameless ex. That woman has been stuck with him for years... what a bitch," someone added with a snort.

"And Randolph is no better! Didn't you see how he bought his first love those expensive bottles of wine? He even tried to slap his wife in the process."

“Shameful,” one woman snapped. “Randolph and that woman are a match made in hell, if you ask me. But poor Rachel… Such a refined beauty. She deserves better than that jerk. “She’ll be leaving him soon.”

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…” His first love’s voice trembled as she called out to him, stunned by his sudden departure. She reached out to stop him, but Randolph, caught in the public ridicule, ignored her. He quickened his pace, forcing Rachel to follow him as the murmurs of the crowd followed them.

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

Alice stood among the spectators, silently watching the scene with barely concealed amusement.

At that moment, a deep voice broke into her thoughts. “Miss Bennett, you are very fast, aren't you?”

She turned around, started, to replace Caden standing behind her, his gaze sharp as ever.

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. Weren’t you the one who hired those actors?”

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

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

Finally Alice paused and asked, "Do you have anything on you? How else would you know everything I do?"

Caden's eyes sparkled with amusement. “It’s not me… It’s something you’re carrying around.”

"What do you mean?" Alice instinctively felt for her handbag.

"Where?"

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