07/09/2023
😍😍I never believe in love at first sightbut then I saw her!
Chapter 1 Fake Rich Husband
It was October, right outside City Hall in Yinic City. Irene Rogers stood there, clutching her identity document tightly, feeling a tinge of nerves. She feared that her marriage partner might stand her up.
"Irene was already 20 years old, and I have no obligation to continue supporting her. She must get married immediately! Let's arrange a marriage with Scott Hart from the neighboring block!" These were Sheila Rogers' exact words, overheard by Irene.
Irene had never known her birth mother and had been at the mercy of Sheila, her stepmother, all her life. Recently, rumors had been circulating that the slum area where they lived was going to be developed. Their apartment complex was going to be acquired, and each resident would receive a substantial amount of money. Upon learning this, Sheila became anxious to marry off Irene, fearing that Irene would want a share of the money.
At just 20 years old, Irene was still in the prime of her life. The thought of marrying someone like Scott, who was already an old man, was something she could not fathom. She did not want to spend the best years of her life tied to a much older guy.
So last night, for the first time in her life, she went to the most upscale nightclub in Yinic City.
Her goal was to find a man who could get married to her immediately.
Just as she turned her head, Irene's eyes landed on an army-green SUV coming to a halt. Three men emerged from the vehicle, striding purposefully in her direction.
"Mr. Richmond?" Irene took a hesitant step forward, mustering the courage to greet one of the men.
Eddie Richmond was the name of the man she intended to enter into a marriage with.
However, she had not gotten a clear glimpse of his features last night at the club. All she knew was that he was tall and exuded an air of aloofness.
Yet there stood three men before her, each towering at six feet or more, radiating an icy coolness that left her clueless as to who he might be.
Hugh Colon glanced at her, noticing the curiosity in her eyes. Suppressing a smile, he could not help but think, "Did this girl truly treat the nightclub like her own personal harem?"
The problem was she had arranged for Eddie to marry her today, but she had mistaken him for Eddie.
"What's your name?" a deep voice called out from beside her, offering her an escape from embarrassment.
Irene turned her gaze in the direction of the voice, instantly realizing her error.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she took a couple of steps closer, trying to appear composed. "I'm Irene Rogers. You can call me Irene or, I mean, darling if you like."
Her rosy cheeks resembled a spring-kissed peach, while her fluttering lashes framed a pair of stunning eyes, innocent and captivating.
Eddie had only seen her the previous night, heavily adorned in makeup. He had stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, scouring through the limited photographs he could find of her on the internet. And now, he found himself somewhat taken aback.
"Let's go," he said.
Irene blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Don't you have any questions for me?"
With one hand nonchalantly slipped into his pocket, Eddie turned his head to look at her, his gaze cool and distant. Instead of answering, he responded with a question of his own. "Do you have any questions?"
Irene sensed his coldness, his impatience. Yet, she steeled herself and pressed on.
Last night, she had no clue that Eddie would turn out to be so striking, with sharp edges and an aura of nobility. He was too good to be true, and she could not help but worry that he might change his mind within days.
She yearned to understand his family background, to gauge if married life with him would be fraught with complications.
"Are you a bodyguard at the nightclub?" she inquired.
Eddie emitted a low, affirmative hum.
She had asked the same question the previous night. She had initially contemplated choosing an es**rt from the nightclub, but fearing that she could not handle their demands, she settled for a bodyguard stationed at the entrance.
Before she could ask anything more, the man spoke once again.
"I'm dirt poor, no parents—just a rugged guy who knows little about pampering others. Most people wouldn't find me appealing. If that's a concern for you, then perhaps you shouldn't proceed any further."
His words were concise; his tone tinged with a chilly aloofness as if he shunned any mention of his background.
It was surprising for her to learn that he was an orphan. Irene was taken aback, and at that moment, she understood his earlier demeanor. She could not help but feel a pang of sympathy for him.
"I'm sorry," she said. She did not mean to bring up something that would sadden him.
Now she understood why he seemed reserved and spoke so little. Growing up without anyone to care for him, he naturally did not know how to care for others either.
Her heart ached, feeling a sense of shared pain. She knew firsthand how difficult childhood as an orphan could be.
Smiling, she said, "It's okay, I don't mind. I'll take care of you from now on!"
He could not help but imagine a scene with Irene, a seemingly timid and shy young girl, taking care of Eddie, a terrifying guy who resembled the King of the Underworld.
The more he thought about it, the more he found this scene comical, reminiscent of Beauty and the Beast.
Irene realized that Eddie did not have the best temper, and she was afraid of saying too much and risking his change of mind. So, she decided to go ahead and get the marriage certificate first.
They started by taking photos and then began filling out the paperwork. As they filled out the paperwork, Irene's hands were so cold that she kept making mistakes while writing. In the end, Eddie filled out both sets of forms for her, and she did not even get a chance to look at his personal details.
Eventually, they got the marriage certificate.
Coming out of City Hall, Irene turned her head to the side and looked at Eddie. He stood tall and broad, his exceptionally handsome face bathed in sunlight, with sharp and rigid features that perfectly fit the description of a domineering CEO from a novel.
The more she looked, the more satisfied she felt.
"Um..." She gathered her courage once again, breaking the silence.
Eddie, who stood at a height of 6.3 feet, walked with a measured pace. However, Irene struggled to keep up and had to jog a few steps to catch up. "Can I take a little bit of your time to attend to something?"
She had not mentioned any plans before, so Eddie furrowed his brow slightly. "Is it urgent?"
Irene nodded, then pursed her lips. She knew it was not the most polite way to approach the situation. She had deliberately kept something, thinking that Eddie would not be pleased with what she had to say before getting the marriage certificate.
After all, what she had to do after the marriage would undoubtedly be ridiculed by most people.
Clearing her throat, she said, "Actually, there's something I haven't been completely honest with you about."
Eddie paused, turning to face her, waiting for her to continue.
Irene caught his gaze, feeling as though his dark eyes were scanning her like lasers, making her uncomfortable.
She quickly clarified, "Don't get any strange ideas. I don't have any diseases or anything like that. I'm healthy!"
Of course, Eddie was well aware of that.
He just had not guessed what else she might be hiding.
He began to doubt that she, like any other gold digger, had known his true identity all along. To deceive him into marriage, she had deliberately pretended not to recognize him. And now, as they were finally married, she could not wait to lay claim to their marital assets.
Money was not a concern for him, but...
Eddie turned away, directly facing her. Irene suddenly blocked all the sunlight, meeting his gaze. It felt like she was being scrutinized by a higher power.
He spoke calmly and firmly, "Although you're only 20, you should understand that marriage isn't a joke. If you're thinking about divorcing and parting ways after a few months, I won't agree to it."
His tone was resolute and cold.
Irene was struck dumb.
Irene snapped out of it, feeling slightly bewildered by his oppressive aura. She had been eager to get married and convinced him to go along, but now it seemed like he was even more willing to get married than she was.
She remembered that he was an orphan. So she thought he must hold this marriage in high regard, fearing that she might suddenly abandon him.
Irene's heart ached. "No, I don't have such thoughts. Since I'm getting married, unless you fall in love with someone else in the future, I won't initiate a divorce."
She would never abandon him.
She knew firsthand what it felt like to be discarded and cast aside.
With anyone else, it might be different, but from this day forward, they were husband and wife. Moreover, given his unique background, she could not impose on him the pain she had endured.
Eddie's expression softened slightly.
Irene continued, wanting to clarify her intentions so that he would understand. "I actually want you to accompany me back home. Is that okay?"
Accompanying her back home was not part of Eddie's original plan.
Hugh and another man had walked over by this point. "What's going on?"
Irene repeated her request.
Hugh furrowed his brow, glanced at Eddie, and then smiled. "Go ahead! The wife's matters come first!"
Irene finally smiled. "You're his boss, right?"
She noticed Eddie hesitating, looking at Hugh, and then Hugh gave his approval.
Although Hugh was more than willing to play the role of Eddie's boss, and Eddie seemed to agree silently, Hugh dared not respond to that question.
"You haven't finished speaking," Eddie said, his gaze fixed on her.
Irene's heart skipped a beat, and she had no choice but to gather her courage. "Actually, I need you to pretend to be my wealthy husband in front of my stepmother."
Her stepmother, a fierce and domineering woman, feared nothing except wealthy individuals.
# 2 I'm Here
Hugh never expected such a request. He chuckled again, glancing at Eddie by his side. "Miss Rogers, do you think he looks like a wealthy man?"
Irene felt a bit embarrassed. After all, she thought that Hugh was Eddie's boss. But in her eyes, Eddie had an air of refinement that surpassed his boss. She could not say he looked the part, so she smiled and replied, "Well, let's just say it's all about acting."
Eddie squinted his eyes. In that instant, as she made her request, he once again wondered if she knew his true identity.
But as he looked into her eyes, they appeared sincere and innocent, devoid of ulterior motives.
Irene earnestly turned to Eddie. "You can rest assured that I'll take care of all the replicas you'll need when you play the role of a wealthy husband. I'll buy them myself. I won't let you spend a dime. After all, it's not easy for you to earn money."
As an orphan, sometimes fighting tooth and nail as a bodyguard, his money was his only sense of security. She could not possibly spend it.
Eddie remained silent, making Irene a bit nervous. She knew most people would not agree to such a ridiculous and frivolous request.
"I'll give you a monthly allowance of one thousand dollars, take care of the household chores, and as a local, I can protect you if anything happens." She added more chips to the table.
Irene could not bear her guilt, having lured him into a ridiculous marriage. So, she was willing to do all this. Yet, he still did not speak.
Irene furrowed her brow. "Please! I truly have no other option. I mean, otherwise, why would a young woman like me choose to marry a stranger?"
Eddie looked at her, standing there under the sunlight, her face turned up earnestly. He felt a pang of annoyance, sensing that she somehow believed she was at a disadvantage by marrying him.
Seeing Eddie's stern face, Hugh boldly made the decision on his behalf. Because Irene thought he was Eddie's boss, he had developed a favorable impression of her.
"He agreed. He'll go home with you shortly." Hugh looked at Eddie again. "We can adjust today's schedule."
Irene immediately brightened with a radiant smile, gazing at Eddie. "Your boss is such a kind person!"
Eddie looked at her, her smiling face bathed in sunlight, pure and gentle, momentarily captivating him. He had not realized that someone's smile could be so beautiful.
"Miss Rogers, would you mind if we accompany you?" Hugh asked.
Irene was slightly surprised and a bit cautious, considering he was Eddie's boss. "Would it be too much of a bother for you?"
Hugh responded readily, "Usually, lunchtime is free. They're usually my bodyguards at noon, and they only go to the nightclub in the evening."
Irene was glad to hear that.
Only now did Irene remember that she should formally introduce herself to the other two people. Now she thought that Hugh was Eddie's boss, but she still did not know the other man's identity.
That man had barely said anything, and his face remained as expressionless as ever, as if frozen. He always stood by Eddie's side, maintaining an unwavering distance as if he had measured it precisely with a ruler.
Eddie caught a glimpse of the glint in her eyes, and he knew exactly what she was thinking.
She wanted him to pretend to be her wealthy husband and bring along two individuals she deemed as his bosses to her home. She indeed wanted to show off in front of her family.
It seemed she was not so different from those women he knew, after all.
Eddie maintained his stoic expression as he glanced at Hugh and introduced him, "Hugh Colon."
Then he looked at the other person and introduced, "Terry Bolton, also a bodyguard."
Irene noticed it. Eddie truly had a cold and distant personality. However, she thought it was a good thing. His aloofness made him appear even more like an affluent figure. This would make things much easier.
She politely shook hands with both of them, smiling faintly. "Mr. Colon. Mr. Bolton."
Irene was glad that their names were easy to remember.
Irene took a list from her bag, listing the items she intended to bring back to make them look wealthy. But when Eddie glanced at it, he said, "Just buy a few gift boxes. We don't have much time."
Since he put it that way, Irene could only smile and say, "That works too. After all, you guys are dressed glamorously today, just like filthy rich. I mean, just like some super rich guys."
They looked just like wealthy individuals.
Before getting into the car, Irene noticed that Hugh was heading toward the driver's seat while Eddie naturally went toward the back seat. She gently tugged at Eddie's sleeve and whispered, "Isn't it inappropriate to let your boss be the driver?"
Eddie had not expected this young girl to pay attention to such etiquette details, but he went along with it. Hugh, who was a step ahead, paused as he opened the car door, a moment of confusion crossing his face. Then he heard Eddie's low voice saying, "Go sit in the back."
Hugh silently sat in the back seat. He could not believe a big shot like Eddie would drive the car for him.
They first went to the mall and bought some things. Irene insisted on paying instead of letting Eddie do it, and they packed everything into the trunk. As they left the mall, heading toward the slum area of Yinic City, they were suddenly stopped by a traffic police officer.
The traffic police officer furrowed his brow and tapped on the car window.
Eddie rolled down the window, his expression cold. "What's the matter?"
They had not been speeding, running red lights, driving against traffic, or making any illegal maneuvers. In short, they had not violated any rules.
"Let me see your driver's license." The traffic police officer reached out his hand.
Irene saw Eddie slightly furrowing his brows.
Irene suddenly had a bad feeling. She had not asked if he had a driver's license. If he did not have one, things would be tricky.
Hugh also furrowed his brows. Of course, Eddie had a driver's license, but there was a problem with it.
Just as the traffic police officer was about to take action, Eddie reached out his hand, pulled out a document from the bottom, and then handed it to the officer.
The officer took a moment to look at it, compared it to Eddie himself, and then glanced inside the car. "You all know each other?"
The officer was worried that the three men were kidnapping the girl or something.
Eddie endured and pulled out three more IDs from inside. Two were driver's licenses belonging to Hugh and Terry, and the third was a marriage certificate, freshly stamped and still warm.
Only then did the traffic police officer nod and prepare to return the driver's license to Eddie.
However, the next moment, the traffic police officer furrowed his brow. "There's an issue with your driver's license. It's not in the system. Do you dare to use a fake license to deceive me? Get out of the car!"
"You can make a call to your superiors." Eddie's expression remained calm, his tone measured and confident, exuding a strong presence.
The traffic police officer initially showed some hesitation and concern but then grew more annoyed. "Ha! Are you trying to scare me?"
The traffic police officer began issuing the ticket, unable to tolerate someone who thought they could do as they pleased just because they knew a few high-ranking officials.
Hugh was about to get out of the car to handle the situation when Irene suddenly stepped out of the car, swiftly circumventing the vehicle and heading toward the traffic police officer.
She appeared to be like a mother tiger protecting her cubs, but anyone could see that she was a vulnerable little kitten beneath her attempt to portray herself as a fierce tiger.
"We didn't violate any rules, and my husband's license is valid. Do you think you can deceive us and swindle our money? Aren't you afraid of being reported?" Irene's tone remained calm and composed.
In the neighborhood, close to the slum area, there were often cases of people pretending to be traffic police officers and issuing bogus fines to scam money from unsuspecting out-of-towners.
She had just confirmed with Hugh in a low voice that there was nothing wrong with Eddie's documents. It was clear that they were being bullied.
Eddie was now under her care. She could not let others bully him.
The traffic police officer became furious upon hearing this. "Report? Do you understand that you're obstructing official duties? Move aside! Otherwise, I'll handcuff you!"
Irene was actually quite nervous. As a young girl, she was afraid of being caught. She did not want to have a black mark on her record.
But Eddie and the others were not from around here. As a local, if she did not stand firm, they would be taken advantage of.
So, wisely, she did not argue with the traffic police officer. She made a call to the reporting hotline, reciting Eddie's name, driver's license number, and license plate number in front of the officer.
After a while, she handed the phone to the traffic police officer. "They want to speak to you."
Then she turned around and gave Eddie a reassuring look, whispering, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
The traffic police officer listened to the call. Irene could not make out the police officer's expression.
Irene was a bit uncertain. Leaning against the car, she raised her chin slightly to bolster her confidence.
# 3 Sympathy
The traffic police officer ended the call and wore an awkward expression on his face as he handed back her phone with both hands.
From the phone call, his superior shouted at him, "Are you stupid? The documents are fine, and if the internal network doesn't have any information, why did you dare to stop them?"
"Are you still going to fine us?" Irene raised her chin slightly, not quite sure herself, because she had not heard what was said on the other end of the call.
Finally, the traffic police officer slightly bowed toward the driver's seat, his tone becoming extremely polite. "You may go now. I apologize for the inconvenience."
As the car hit the road, Irene let out a sigh of relief and looked at Eddie.
Irene noticed that he had been frowning the entire time, and she guessed that he must have been very nervous.
She thought about how he had been an orphan since childhood, with no connections and no one to stand up for him. He might have experienced numerous situations like this where he had been taken advantage of.
A surge of maternal instinct washed over her. "People around here like to take advantage of the weak. That's why, when you're in the right, never show weakness. Otherwise, they'll pounce on you. If you ever encounter a similar situation in the future, know that I've got your back."
Eddie had not expected her to be so fierce.
And he couldn't help but notice how effortlessly she called him "husband," Even though they had only just obtained their marriage certificate. He began to realize that she might be a loose woman.
Little did he know that in the years to come, if she ever stopped calling him "husband," He would feel lost, as if he could not go on living.
In response to her words, Eddie finally murmured, "Hmm."
Hugh smiled thoughtfully at Irene and remarked, "You're quite brave."
Irene blushed slightly, feeling a touch of embarrassment. Her actions earlier had been driven by necessity.
"It's not a big deal. Because I know I'm in the right, I have no fear. Goodness always triumphs over evil, and I firmly believe in that!"
Moreover, when faced with a problem, she firmly believed in taking matters into her own hands. It was a lesson she had learned since childhood. Depending on others would never help her find her footing.
At the same time, she did not mind lending a helping hand to Eddie when he needed it.
Hugh nodded in agreement. "Well said!"
He let out a long breath. Knowing that Eddie did not want Irene to know his true identity, Hugh felt a cold sweat forming as Eddie's identity was almost revealed earlier.
Thankfully, everything fell into place without a hitch in the end.
The car smoothly entered the slum area of the city, and on a slightly worn-out and chaotic street, the green and expensive car attracted attention.
As the car came to a stop downstairs, the elderly people who had been sitting together chatting quickly turned their gaze toward Irene and her companions, their voices hushed as they engaged in whispered conversations.
It was evident that they were gossiping about why Irene had returned in an expensive SUV, and the content of their conversations could easily be turned into a soap opera script.
Irene wore a gentle smile on her face, delighted with the effect she had created.
Handing the bags to Eddie, she transformed him into a prosperous husband. "Thank you so much."
Then she took his arm and turned to the elderly group, proclaiming proudly, "This is my husband!"
Her appearance made it seem like she was saying, "This is my trophy!"
Eddie did not like being touched by others, but he glanced at her delicate fingers and eventually endured it, trying his best to play the role of her husband.
For some reason, he did not feel impatient or used as a prop. Seeing her radiant smile seemed to improve his mood.
The group entered the building, and the narrow corridor on the sixth floor was dimly lit. There was no elevator, and the concrete staircase had missing chunks here and there.
Eddie could not help but glance at her. He could not believe that a girl with such a beautiful smile had grown up in such a place.
He suddenly noticed how strangely quiet she became. Since they entered the building, it was as if a spell had been cast on her, rendering her speechless.
Her face appeared stiff, with tightly pursed lips. He realized she seemed pretty nervous.
Finally reaching the fourth floor, where three households shared a single staircase landing, Irene stopped in front of the smallest apartment.
The space was barely enough for the three of them, towering figures that they were, to stand at the entrance.
But she did not immediately knock on the door. She looked at Eddie and said, "Try not to talk later; just act aloof and wealthy! That'll do."
Knowing Eddie's introverted nature, Irene felt it would be best to make a quick appearance and leave. She did not want him to get impatient and ruin everything.
It finally dawned on Eddie that she was nervous because she feared he would slip up and reveal the truth.
Initially, he intended to respond with a simple "Hmm," but he whispered, "Don't worry, I won't give us away."
Finally, Irene managed a forced smile. Her palms were slightly sweaty. She realized she should have rehearsed before coming back. She had been careless.
But there was no turning back. The three of them genuinely looked rich and noble, enough to deceive the superficial Sheila.
Irene raised her hand and knocked on the door.
It was an iron door, and as she knocked, her fingertips brushed against rust, but she did not pay attention. She was too nervous, waiting anxiously.
The door swung open, and Sheila's voice pierced her ears almost simultaneously. "Where the hell have you been? Didn't I tell you to come back yesterday to see your future husband?
"I won't keep you for another day. Your mother died long ago, leaving me to deal with your mess. I don't want to be a fool and take care of you for the rest of my life!"
Irene was accustomed to hearing these words, but now that someone else was present, she felt a burning sensation on her face.
She could not help but feel ashamed and disgusted with her background and family situation.
Sheila had constantly tormented her, resentful of every extra morsel of food she consumed.
She locked her in the bathroom during the summer and threw her into a bucket of water during winter, yet she had survived it all.
But those memories lingered in her mind like shadows, making her fear Sheila.
Eddie sensed her lowered head and pale face. His heart sank, and his brows unconsciously furrowed.
She had faced the traffic police officer fearlessly. Someone bold enough to marry a stranger at the drop of a hat suddenly looked crestfallen at home. He could not help but grow curious about how terrible this family must be.
Eddie was struck by a rare moment of compassion. "Hugh, open the door," he suddenly spoke up.
Hugh was taken aback by Sheila's sharp tongue. He had never seen such a harsh woman before. Regaining his composure, he quickly opened the door wider.
Sheila finally noticed the presence of others and paused her sharp-tongued rant. She looked the three men up and down, scrutinizing them from head to toe.
Sheila was a bit taken aback by their immaculate suits and shiny polished shoes. "Who are you?" she asked.
Eddie took Irene's hand and stood in front of Sheila. "I am Irene's husband," he declared.
Irene stared at him in a daze as he held her hand and called her name. Her mind went blank for a moment.
But then she felt reassured, marveling at his acting skills that surpassed her expectations.
Sheila, originally from a rural area, after married Elliot she got to live in a slum area in the city and was rarely exposed to someone as refined and prestigious as Eddie. She was momentarily intimidated but quickly regained her composure and understood what he was saying.
Sheila glared at Irene and exploded, "So you got married? Have you been fooling around with men behind our backs? I agreed to the marriage proposal from Scott's family! I disapprove of this marriage!"
In response to Eddie's signal, Hugh and Terry simultaneously pushed past Sheila and began leading Eddie toward the interior of the house.
Just as Irene had taught him, when dealing with people who prey on the weak, they could not show weakness.
Sheila was pushed aside, wailing and shouting, as she watched the people enter her home uninvited.
Irene's home was small, with the entrance leading directly to the bathroom across from the hallway. Upon entering, two adjacent rooms were on the right side, while the left was a combined living room and dining area. The balcony outside the living room had been converted into a makeshift kitchen.
Their house was in a state of disrepair, on the verge of collapsing, and the overall atmosphere was chaotic.
Fortunately, the living room was relatively spacious, having enough space for everyone.
Eddie placed the gifts down and held the hand of the bewildered Irene. Her hands were ice-cold, and Eddie spoke in a low voice, "Your stepmother is quite formidable. I'm terrified of her. Where's the confidence you show in protecting me outside?"
Upon hearing Eddie's words, Hugh shuddered with a chill running down his spine. He had never imagined that one day Eddie would admit to being afraid. It felt like a dark joke.
Irene pondered for a moment and realized that Eddie was right. If she was defeated, no one could protect Eddie and the others. She made up her mind to be strong and not allow others to mistreat her.
Determined, she silently sat up straight, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Sheila struggled to get up from the corridor, fuming with anger. She was about to storm into the house to continue her tirade, but as soon as she stepped inside, she was met by Hugh and Terry standing at the entrance of the living room.
With their tall stature, both standing at over six feet, one on each side, their faces stern and intimidating, they were a sight to behold.
On the other hand, Sheila was a stout woman, just five feet tall. Seething with anger, she glared at Irene. Her voice was slightly muffled as she spoke, "You, you lowlife! What do you think you're doing?"
Irene had not expected how well Hugh and Terry would coordinate with them. They played the role of Eddie's bodyguards with such precision. It was as if they were born for these roles.
Maintaining her composure, Irene straightened herself and declared, "I am married. This is my husband. Tomorrow, no, today, I will leave this house."
Sheila coldly snorted. "I've said it before. We don't approve of it!"
"Why do I need your approval?" she smiled and questioned. "You've always said that I'm a burden left by my mother. Since you're so eager to get rid of me, isn't it just what you wanted that I'm getting married now?"
Irene's hand felt warm at that moment, and her mind was clear. "The marriage certificate is right here, and the neighbors know about it. They even blessed us."
If Sheila continued to force Irene to marry Scott, then the neighbors would all know that something was off with this marriage. It would be evident that Sheila was the one behind all this, and she must have gained some benefit from it.
Finally, Irene added, "By the way, my husband is a wealthy businessman from out of town."
When Sheila heard the words "wealthy businessman," her eyes lit up, and she glanced at Eddie again.
In the next moment, a thought suddenly struck her. "Could it be that he's just a decoy, pretending to be a wealthy businessman while being nothing more than an es**rt from a club?" Sheila said.
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