Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Carlos' ruthless refusal was a shock to Megan. She felt as if she'd been struck by a thunderbolt. Her face turned pale. "Uncle Carlos, don't you like me at all?" Her lips trembled.

"I like you, but that's not love. I see you as family."

Megan couldn't take it. This was not what she had expected. She took a few steps back while shaking her head in disbelief. "No, no! Uncle Carlos, you are always so good to me. You love me! I know you do!"

Carlos sighed deeply. "Megan, listen to me."

He tried to calm her down, but in the end, Megan's illness reared its head again. She slumped onto the ground, gasping for air.

Carlos closed his eyes tightly in resignation, scooped her up, and started walking towards the house. Sitting in the car, Debbie watched her husband carry another woman in his arms all the way to the manor. That wasn't what she wanted. Not even what she needed. She was hoping to get away from all this, away from Carlos' family, away from creepy Lewis, who had plucked the straw that broke the camel's back. From judgmental Valerie and James, two oldsters who didn't like her because her family wasn't rich. Because there was no advantage for them if Carlos stayed married to her. They even suggested she divorce Carlos.

A couple of minutes later, Mr. Handsome himself called her.

She slid her finger along the screen of the phone to take the call but didn't speak.

"Honey, I'll get my assistant to drive you to the villa first. Megan is sick. I can't leave right now. I'll be there as soon as possible."

Debbie smiled bitterly. There was little she could say. After a while, she replied gently, "Okay. But you have worked all day. Take care of yourself."

Carlos was exhausted. Debbie's tender words were the cure for everything. He smiled, "Okay. Just rest when you get there. Don't stay up late."

"Got it. Bye, honey."

"Bye."

got out of the car, she could see lights were on inside the house through the windows. She assumed Carlos must have told someone to turn

"Good evening, Mrs. Huo," they greeted

and

Huo. The room is

"Thank you."

walked into the bedroom. She just wanted to become one with the night, close her eyes, and forget the events of the past few days. She could swear that the Huo family members were trying to drive her mad. Fortunately she was made of sterner stuff than that. But now, she was just exhausted. Her eyes had

she said quietly. Apparently the maid followed her inside the room holding a tray in her hands. She was too

but she was too weary to speak much or do anything. Her head was full of thoughts. She

had happened tonight hit her like a ton of bricks. Only the dull pain in her face reminded her it was all

or was

Maybe both.

by that. But then I saw Megan in his arms... and he isn't home yet... Oh, God, this is

the maid's hands. "Go to sleep. I can do it myself,"

left the room, Debbie placed the ice onto the tray and called Kasie. She would

late? It's midnight in New York. Shouldn't you and your husband be doing the dirty-dirty

a bad

sad

much. That's what happened. I don't even know where to start. Kasie, they don't like

Why do you even care?

when Carlos got in a fight with his family because of me, I felt so awful. And Megan, his not-by-blood niece, loves him in a romantic way. It bugs the hell out of me, but I can't get mad at Carlos because of it." Debbie started to channel her depression and told Kasie what had happened over

Megan's asthma acted up,

"Yeah."

something happens between them? I don't think Mr. Huo is a scumbag, but some women are. Your husband is an extraordinary man. A manipulative bitch like Megan will