CHAPTER 175: A WIDOW

It was a top-secret between her brother and Walter himself. After all, the man was to marry her not that stupid Nea.

She hated her wholeheartedly.

She knew well it was all her fault because she was the one who refused to get married to him. After all, she knew she was unable to deliver a baby for him but now, she wanted him back.

For now, she had to forget all about her past and do something before her brother expose her secret in front of her niece and nephew.

What would they take her for? A queen sleeping with people's husbands? No! Her reputation meant a lot to her. People knew her as a respected woman without a mole.

No one should expose her at all costs.

She couldn't allow all of this to happen. Until she was finally able to take Walter from Nea completely! She gritted her teeth and rushed out of the house angrily leaving the trio flabbergasted.

"What did you mean by what you said to aunt dad?" Jamilla asked in a murmur as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Don't try to talk to me. I am not your father!" With that Mr, Samir rushed out of the living room while holding the cut on his shoulder.

"Why are you laughing?" Jamilah asked her annoying brother. She knew he was happy because their father yelled at her in front of him.

"Well, it is all your fault that our family is always in trouble" Mark restored while gazing at his sister.

"I am not the cause of this! This is between dad and mum and it does not concern me but I promise you that mum will come back at all costs and I will not stop until Alex agrees to marry me" She said and also walk towards her bedroom.

"Something is weird here. What did dad mean by what he said to aunt? I must know everything" He whispered to himself and walked away.

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A woman was crying painfully while holding a baby in her hands.

"Mama! Please stop crying. You will make the baby to also cry. Why do you cry always?" A girl who seemed to be five years old asked the woman while holding her shoulder.

"It's an okay baby. Mother is fine. I won't cry again!" The lady answered her daughter while teasing her cheeks.

"Okay, mum. But why is father not coming? You said he will come soon" The little girl asked suddenly making the woman cry more.

"H-he..will come, okay?...daddy will come" She replied to her daughter while gazing at the ground so that the girl would not see her tears.

"Okay, mum! I will wait for him" The girl said with a smile then paged her mum on the cheeks.

'Until when will I cry while the person who committed the crime was outside there wandering leisurely? He is having a happy life after making me a widow? How will I survive this life with these kids? I don't have money to raise my children. This place, I don't even know anyone here. After killing my dear husband in front of me, that cruel man took us to this desert. Ooh my goodness! How will I survive those nightmares? When I close my eyes even day time, I see all that torture my husband went through before his painful death" The lady who was non-other than the paparazzi's wife thought inwardly while holding her two kids.

She was trembling by the thought of that day.