Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Meredith had become one of the socialites from the four major rich families in Glendale. If they crossed her, they might not be able to keep staying here.

She did not want Ava to get into trouble because of her.

After pondering about her painful experience, Madeline decided to start over.

She could only avenge herself and her dead child if she rose from the brambles.

Two days later, Madeline went to work in her new company.

Some of the wounds on her face had not healed yet, so Madeline used some concealer to hide the bruises.

The moment she arrived at her office, before she could even sit down, she was called over by Eve Garcia—her superior.

Eve looked like a strong and powerful businesswoman. She was dressed in the trendiest outfit and was beautiful. However, she had a resting b*tch face, so she looked dead serious. This made Madeline extremely nervous. She was worried that she would mess things up and fail her probation.

However, Eve was courteous to her. She told Madeline she could take her time and that she did not need to worry too much about things.

just that she was serious in speech and manner. When they were having lunch in the cafeteria, Madeline saw her sitting with a few of their female colleagues with a smirk of disdain on her

piece of trash. She can’t do anything right. If the boss hadn’t told me to

Madeline’s heart started racing.

about? She recalled seeing Meredith in front of

department. I feel so disgusted! A woman like her even wants to take part in the design of our department. Aren’t they worried that she’ll tarnish our work?” Eve said in contempt. The sarcasm in her voice was completely different from her

she said made Madeline even more sure that this company

only person in the world who would talk bad about

heartless, Jeremy would not

felt to have a million arrows penetrate her heart, so Madeline

saw her approaching. They stopped awkwardly and made eyes at

heard in order to climb into Mr. Whitman’s bed, that shameless woman even drugged him. How cheap! I, personally, can’t bring myself to do that kind of thing. Only a prostitute

continued rambling. Suddenly, she noticed her colleague’s expressions were off. She turned around

dissatisfaction, “Have you finished the things I asked you to do? Why are you standing behind me like a

you can put on one act in front of a person and then put on another act behind them. Did you