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."

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

assistant led her inside. Two maids were waiting for her. "Good evening, Mrs. Huo," they greeted her with a bow at the main

smile and asked,

room is upstairs. Please follow

"Thank you."

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

Please move closer so that I can apply the ice," she said quietly. Apparently the maid followed her inside the room holding a tray in her hands. She was

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

a ton of bricks. Only the dull pain in her face reminded her it was all too

too mean or was I

Maybe both.

But then I saw Megan in his arms... and

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

room, Debbie placed the ice onto the tray and called Kasie. She would know what to do. Or could at least give

Why are you calling so late? It's midnight in New York. Shouldn't you and

felt sadder when Kasie mentioned Carlos. "I had a bad day today. Kasie, I want to go

sad tone. "What

even know where to start.

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

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

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

"Yeah."

Mr. Huo is a scumbag, but some women are. Your 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