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Edmond Robinson let out a long sigh of relief, leaning into Amelia like a wronged child.
“Ever since you finished postpartum recovery, we haven’t really been… intimate. I thought maybe tonight we could-”
Before Amelia could even respond, a wave of nausea hit her, just as Edmond’s phone rang. He shot her a guilty glance and turned away to answer it. After hanging up, his tone turned suddenly urgent.
“Babe, something came up at the office. I’ve got to head out-urgent meeting.”
He threw on a coat and left in a rush. A cold, uneasy feeling crept into Amelia’s chest. She quickly grabbed her keys and
followed behind.
She tailed his car to that secluded villa again.
A few minutes later, Blanche Flores slid into the front passenger seat, swaying her hips like she owned the place. The car
began rocking almost instantly-the activity inside needing no explanation.
Amelia pulled up the spyware on her phone.
How ironic. The hidden mic had been installed back when she feared Edmond might be in danger at social events. Now, it
served as the perfect tool to catch a cheater.
“Good thing you faked that stomach ache and dragged me out, or I’d still be playing house at home,” Edmond’s voice rasped, thick with breathless exertion.
“You’ve kept yourself in great shape,” he panted. “Amelia’s belly is covered in stretch marks now. Just looking at her.
makes me sick.”
Blanche giggled, voice sugary sweet. “Then stay here tonight. Don’t go back.”
Whatever they were doing clearly wasn’t enough-soon, Edmond carried Blanche into the villa.
Amelia sat in her car all night, numb. The man who once swore he loved her more than life itself… How had he become
this?
By morning, she’d put on her usual calm facade. Edmond returned just as the sun came up, hair still damp-he’d clearly
showered.
“Get dressed, babe. I’m taking you to an auction today. There’s some aesthetic pieces I think you’ll love.”
He leaned in and kissed her forehead, his voice tender, as if nothing were amiss.
Amelia hesitated but went along. At the auction house, Blanche suddenly appeared in a revealing red slit dress, her pale
legs on full display.
“Mr. Robinson, I’ll carry your coat for you,” she purred.
Edmond recoiled instantly, stepping aside like she was toxic. His voice was like ice.
“I’m here with my wife. What are you doing here?”
All eyes turned toward them. Blanche bit her lip and looked at Amelia, pretending to be hurt. “But surely you need
someone to assist you-*
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Everyone in the room knew how much Edmond adored Amelia. Their wedding had made headlines across the city-every
elite in town had attended.
Whispers swirled around them.
Edmond tightened his grip around Amelia’s waist and frowned. “Ms. Flores, this isn’t your place. Go back to the office.”
Under the weight of everyone’s judgmental stares, Blanche burst into tears and fled. Edmond gently kissed Amelia’s
forehead again and guided her to their seats.
But she could feel the tension in him. His restlessness was palpable-his eyes flicked around, and his leg bounced under
the table.
Item after item came up for bid, and he barely noticed.
Then the auctioneer announced a rare gemstone: The Heart of Radiance. Edmond raised his paddle without hesitation,
bidding the max.
Then he stood and whispered to Amelia, “I’m going to the restroom. If you like anything, just bid.”
Gasps and murmurs followed.
“Mr. Robinson just bid sky-high!”
“He really does spoil his wife…”
“Well, she is a daughter of the Austin family. She wouldn’t settle for anything ordinary.”
Amelia wasn’t listening. The moment he left, she slipped away, heading toward the restrooms. Just as she reached the
women’s restroom, she heard unmistakable sounds coming from one of the stalls.
“You little minx, what were you thinking wearing that?” Edmond’s voice, breathless.
“You’re the one who got mad first,” Blanche whined seductively. “Didn’t seem to matter when you were dragging me in
here earlier.”
Edmond sighed. “Be reasonable. She’s still my wife in the public eye. Everyone here knows the Austins-we have to keep
up appearances.”
Blanche whimpered, her voice trembling. “But I’m your real wife, Ed. When do I get to stand beside you in the open?”
“Stop pushing,” Edmond snapped, tone sharp. “We agreed-our marriage stays private. Don’t cross that line.”
Then he softened again.
“That gem I just bought-it’s yours. A peace offering.”
“I want a wedding,” Blanche demanded, her voice shaking. “One even bigger than Amelia’s.”
The rest was drowned out by the sound of fervent, desperate kisses.
Amelia stumbled away from the door, bile rising in her throat. She ran out of the auction hall, clutching the wall for
support as she dry-heaved.
So this was the real Edmond Robinson.
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In public, he lavished her with honor and titles. In private, he poured all his love into Blanche and their son.
The marriage license, the glamorous wedding-it was all a performance. She had been the fool on stage.
She closed her eyes and took a shaky breath.
“Just six more days. Endure six more days and it’ll all be over.”
Grabbing her phone, she dialed her assistant.
“Start compiling all my shares and projects within Robinson Group. I need transfer contracts drawn up immediately.”
But the reply on the other end made her blood freeze.
“Ms. Austin… the Voyager Project-the one you’ve been leading? It was reassigned to Ms. Flores last month.”
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