Substitute Wife? I Married His Worst Enemy

Morgan stopped in her tracks outside the C

r hadn't been

g, she saw her husband ho

lynn's grasp. It crashed onto th

toward the noise. For one frozen inst

There wasn't the slightest hint of guilt on his face, only the fa

ss, he let out a sigh devoid of any r

y fixing the strap of her dress. Her eyes drifted toward Madelynn, and a fa

rds cu

ugh her as her eyes fixe

more than an employee who had mistakenly walk

rawer and tossed them onto the table before looking at her

, Madelynn stubbornly

ife. If you hadn't resembled her, and if my grandmother hadn't taken a liking to you

through Madelynn, sinking

indifference had never hurt

er devotion, her endless effort-had onl

ms as a bitter laugh escaped her

"Madelynn, I understand how you feel, but love can't be forced. If Isaac and I hadn't been

on her." Isaac said w

es looked colder than ever. The undisguised co

h. So that was the truth. He had l

effort, she could win his heart-that persist

ac pushed the divorce papers

dy signed it, his signature rushed and careless. From the b

the terms, and her e

uld remain with Isaac. She wou

ined he could be s

teeth, low and trembling with anger

spending three years as my wife was already the greates

ld have collapsed long ago without her, yet he erased all

verything she had, then she would

papers with both hands and ripp

through the office as shredded

antly. Isaac's brows knitted together as his

so you can marry your mistress? Fine. But don't expect me to walk away empty-handed.

ed, "Madely

walked away. The office door slammed shut behind her, si