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."

stopped in front of a white villa. Debbie had expected to see an empty house, but when she 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 the lights on for

Two maids were waiting for her. "Good evening, Mrs. Huo," they greeted

nodded with a smile and asked,

The room

"Thank you."

onto the bed as soon as she 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

she said quietly. Apparently

too weary to speak much or do anything. Her head was full of thoughts. She just lay there

hit her like a ton of bricks. Only the dull pain in her face reminded her

or was I a

Maybe both.

me. I was so moved by that. But then I saw Megan in his arms... and he isn't home yet...

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

and called Kasie. She would know what to do. Or could at least give her moral support.

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

Carlos. "I had a bad day today. Kasie, I want to

captured her sad tone.

know where to start. Kasie, they

"I thought it was something serious. Why do you even care? As long as your husband likes

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

Huo hit Lewis and James to defend your honor, and then Megan's asthma acted up, and Mr. Huo carried

"Yeah."

husband is an extraordinary man. A manipulative bitch like Megan will try everything to make him hers. Hang up with me. And call your husband and ask him to come back, you silly girl." Kasie was really worried about Debbie. Debbie didn't know how to handle relationships yet. She was too