The Cherished Wife

Mateo narrowed his eyes and glanced at his arm where Clarisse had just released her grip. Realizing she might have been too forceful, she let go and urged, "Hurry up with the door!" Mateo nodded. "Step back," he commanded, and with a solid kick, Janet's door flew open.

"Janet!"

The sight of Janet shaking uncontrollably on the floor sent chills down Clarisse's spine. "Oh no..."

"Medicine! We need medicine. There's some in my room in the nightstand for Janet!"

"I'm on it!" Mateo knew they had to act fast. He found two unmarked bottles in Clarisse's nightstand. With a brief moment of hesitation, he handed them to Clarisse. "What are these? Is Janet really-" "No time for questions!" Clarisse cut him off, quickly popping two pills into Janet's mouth. "Water, now!"

what felt like an eternity, Janet's tremors subsided,

"Could you help me get Janet onto the bed?" She would not be

marry Janet. Forget her being sick. Even if she was the picture of

and she doesn't even know who her kid's dad is!" Clarisse

dark. "Charles is your son too. Do you even know what he wants? He's not going to marry Janet. It doesn't matter if it's not Kelly, but we should know it's not going to

"You play dirty. If it hadn't been for your tricks back then, how could I have

that I must have been blind to marry you," Mateo snapped, yanking his hand away from Clarisse's grasp. His eyes were frosty Just a heads-up: Charles isn't the same