###Chapter 3
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"You don't know?" Xzavier Hendricks, the notorious playboy beside him, was practically buzzing with excitement."That's Vanessa Sanford, Enrique's wife!" Xzavier smirked."I just saw that bastard Enrique walk in with another woman. If we're lucky, we might see the showdown of the century, wife versus mistress! This is gonna be quite a scene."
Yet what he got was only silence.
He clicked his tongue."Man, Enrique's taste is awful. Leaving a knockout like Vanessa for a bony little twig? What do you think, Adrian?"
Xzavier turned around only to find Adrian was already gone.
"Hey! Adrian! You son of a—"
Grumbling, Xzavier hurried to catch up.
Inside the venue, Roselyn clung to Enrique's arm, her voice soft and hesitant."I've never been to an event like this. Maybe I should leave..."
Enrique's tone was indifferent."You'll have to get used to it. After all, you'll be attending them often."
Roselyn nodded meekly.
Just as Enrique was about to lead her inside, his secretary Jamison Burton hesitated before speaking."Mr. Morrison, aren't you going to wait for Mrs. Morrison?"
Enrique frowned."I told you to inform her not to come."
Jamison glanced at Roselyn, who quickly interjected,"It wasn't Jamison's fault. I asked him not to tell Vanessa. I just...I didn't want people to gossip. I thought it would be better if Vanessa came here as your date instead."
She lowered her head, pretending to be vulnerable.
Enrique pinched the bridge of his nose.
The last thing he wanted was for Vanessa to show up.
"Mr. Morrison..."
Roselyn bit her lip, calling him softly.
"Alright. It's not your fault."
Enrique patted Roselyn's head, then turned to Jamison."Wait at the entrance. If Vanessa arrives, send her home."
A wave of murmurs spread through the crowd.
Jamison looked over—and his jaw nearly dropped."That might be too late."
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